Chapter 75

**Ronan**

She was running on fumes and willpower, fingers still flying over Dom’s keys like she hadn’t been stitched back together yesterday. I watched the small tremor in her left hand start up again, the one she thinks I don’t notice.

“Alright,” I said, leaning a hip against the console. “Class dismissed.”

Sloane didn’t look up. “Give me a few more minutes. I need to build a cleaner exfil route