chapter 23
Abhi's POV: I felt the air leave my lungs as if the car had suddenly depressurized. I stared at you, my brain stuttering, trying to compile the data you had just dumped into my lap. "Free?" I whispered. I looked down at the small bump in my arm—the "tracker." Your tracker. I looked at the bag of food, the keys in the ignition, the open road ahead of us. For twenty hours, I had been sitting in a golden cage with the door wide open, too terrified of the silence to even try the handle. "An award?" I let out a jagged, hysterical breath. "They want to reward the man who broke their firewalls? They aren't coming to take me back?" The irony was a physical weight. I had spent my life as a predator, a ghost who could bypass any security system in the world. Yet, when faced with twenty hours of
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