Scarlett nodded, her lips curling slightly. "We're not just pretending. I'm yours. No disguise changes that."
He kissed her then—slow and deep, the kind of kiss that burned with promise and urgency. A kiss meant to be remembered if the next day offered no second chances.
When they pulled apart, Ezra whispered against her lips, "When this is over… I'm taking you far away. Just us. No enemies. No missions. No masks."
Scarlett smiled, pressing a kiss to his chin. "I'll hold you to that."
Outside, the call for boarding echoed over the intercom.
It was time.
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The sleek black jet waited like a sleeping beast under the moonlight, engines humming softly in anticipation.
Ezra and Scarlett approached the staircase, hand-in-hand. Layla and Henry followed behind, already dressed in their tactical gear, eyes constantly scanning the perimeter.
