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“Nik,” Da yet another et to eat—and stalked toward the door “Please, just—”

She yanked on the handle and jerked the door open As she crossed the threshold, she said, “Keep the fucking computer, Damen Whatever’s left of it, whether it’s intact or rubble, I officially no longer care”

That wasn’t true, of course

But she honestly was through with all of this

As in, her rational brain could not overpower her irrational side a second longer and it was better toto, rather than cave to all the despair that was pressing in on her, threatening to make her implode—the way she had when Conner had died and she’d lost the baby

No way in hell would she willingly put herself through that again

She was so very, very DONE

Unfortunately, as she took the stairs to the main floor, she heard footsteps behind her

Not Damen’s heavier ones—he was smarter than that Knew better than to pursue her at this particular moment

No, these were lighter, feminine footsteps, with a distinct bounce to them

Agent Garcia

Nikki didn’t spare a glance behind her to confirm her suspicion

She lass doors at the entrance of the building with her own purposeful strides

How the fuck she was going to get off the ops campus didn’t hit her until she was on the sidewalk, on her way to the parking lot

Maybe Damen’s driver was still there?