Felix POV:I counted steps because counting was easier than thinking.Forty. Forty-one. The stairwell turned, and the steel rang under our boots like a bell nobody wanted to hear.Three men lay on the landing behind us. I didn't look back. I knew exactly how they'd fallen.That was what bothered me.It wasn't the bodies or how quiet I'd been inside. What bothered me was how my hand hadn't shaked or how my chest hadn't burned. My finger moved, and it was done, like I was just turning a light switch off.My mouth tasted like metal and I told myself it was the gas, it had to be it."Thirteen minutes," Renato said.He had not said or turned since we landed.I stayed one step behind him on purpose, where I could see his hands.An hour ago I would have walked beside him. Earlier tonight he'd pressed me against a wall and kissed me to fool a patrol, and I'd told myself it was only cover. My body hadn't believed me. Now when he shifted his weight, I didn't feel warm. I felt alert, the way you

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