Zoe POV

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Iris goes quiet.

Not the quiet of hesitation — the quiet of someone who has run the numbers and arrived at the same answer. When she speaks, her voice is heavier than usual. ‘There’s nothing better available,’ she says. ‘This is the move.’

Freya doesn’t weigh in. She doesn’t need to. The moment Iris finishes speaking, she’s already gone — no countdown, no build-up, just an explosion of speed that swallows the ...