chapter forty-four:
❛ head of the snake ❜

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Demetri stood off to the side, clutching the strap of his bag with both hands. His eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of what was happening. He felt a mixture of confusion and uncertainty, not fully understanding why Sam had summoned him-or why she needed him to bring all of his tech gear. The bag slung over his shoulder was filled with everything from wires to gadgets to laptops, tools he'd expected to use for something much more routine, not for whatever emergency Sam had planned.

"So, uh, what's the emergency?" Demetri asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Why'd you have me bring all my gear?" His brow furrowed as he glanced over at Miguel, searching his face for answers. It was clear Miguel had no clue either.

Miguel let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. He shook his head, giving Demetri a shrug. "You guys know as much as we do. Sam told us to meet here, and that was it," he explained. His tone, though calm, made it obvious he was just as in the dark as the rest of them. They were all waiting for Sam to fill in the blanks.

Robby, who had been silently standing beside Dylan, suddenly broke the silence. His voice was tight with frustration. "At least she's talking to you. I can't get a response from-" He stopped mid-sentence, clearly about to mention Tory's name but catching himself before the words slipped out. The tension was palpable. He had been desperately trying to reach Tory, trying to convince her to leave Cobra Kai, but she wasn't responding, and it was beginning to eat away at him. His words trailed off into a frustrated silence.

"Tory?" Eli and Dylan both said at the same time, their voices cutting through Robby's thoughts. They both turned toward the door just as Sam entered, flanked by none other than Tory and Arizona. The room seemed to freeze for a moment, the air growing thick with surprise. It was clear this wasn't the group dynamic anyone had anticipated.

Dylan's jaw dropped in disbelief as he stared at Tory, standing so calmly beside Sam and Arizona. His eyes flicked between the three girls, his face a mixture of shock and confusion. "Holy shit. This-this is shocking," he muttered under his breath. He wasn't sure if he was more surprised to see Tory with Sam or the fact that Arizona was standing there with them too.

Miguel, who had been expecting something to happen, still couldn't hide his surprise. His voice wavered slightly as he greeted them. "What's, uh... What's up? Hi," he stammered, his eyes fixed on Tory. There was a mixture of awkwardness and confusion in his gaze. He wasn't sure how to address the situation, especially with Tory standing so close to Sam and Arizona, both of whom were a part of his world.

Arizona, however, was focused solely on Miguel. She could barely hold herself together, her heart pounding in her chest. Without a word, she rushed forward and pulled him into a tight hug. The embrace was warm but also desperate, as though she were trying to reassure herself that everything was okay, even though she was far from certain. The proximity to him brought a sense of comfort, but also a nagging worry she couldn't shake.

Dylan, who had been standing quietly to the side, noticed the bandage around Arizona's hand before anything else. His gaze flicked down to her wrapped hand, which looked swollen and bruised, the dark colors of the injury stark against her skin. His face instantly softened with concern, and he took a small step forward, his voice quiet but filled with worry. "What happened to your hand?" he asked gently, his eyes narrowing in genuine concern.

Tory's gaze flickered briefly to Arizona before she looked away, not wanting to be caught up in whatever was going on between them. Arizona, however, quickly averted her eyes, not wanting to bring attention to her injury. "Uh, training accident. I'm okay," she lied, her words rushing out too quickly, and she tried to brush it off as though it wasn't important. But the lie fell flat. Her tone was too forced, too dismissive.

Dylan exchanged a glance with Miguel, who was equally unconvinced. They both knew Arizona too well to let something like that slide. The way she avoided eye contact, the way she spoke-she was hiding something. But before either of them could press further, Sam stepped forward, her tone cutting through the tension with authority.

"We think we have a way to prove Silver assaulted Stingray," Sam announced, her voice steady and resolute. It was clear this wasn't just another conversation. There was urgency in her words, the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone in the room.

Tory's voice came next, firm and pragmatic. "If the attack happened at the old dojo, Silver installed security cameras," she added, her words making the plan seem more plausible.

Miguel's eyes lit up with a spark of hope, his voice filled with cautious optimism. "So maybe it's all on tape," he said, the possibility of seeing proof of Silver's actions sending a rush of energy through him.

Robby, however, wasn't so sure. He frowned, shaking his head in skepticism. "But that place was cleaned out," he pointed out. His voice was tinged with doubt. While the idea of catching Silver on camera sounded great, he wasn't convinced it would be that easy.

Demetri, who had been listening intently, suddenly shifted his weight, his eyes widening as a thought occurred to him. He raised a hand, ready to contribute something of his own. "That might not matter," he said thoughtfully. "I mean, the systems that we sell at TechTown all save the footage to a central server. Silver probably took the whole system."

Tory nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing with determination. "I think he did. There's a server in his office at the flagship dojo," she recalled, her voice laced with urgency. She knew exactly where to look, and now, they had to move quickly.

Dylan, her mind already racing with possibilities, leaned forward, her voice gaining strength. "If we access it, we can find that footage," she said, the plan starting to take shape in her mind. This was their chance, and she wasn't about to let it slip by.

Arizona, her mind shifting away from her own problems and focusing on the task at hand, leaned in with a mischievous grin. "We could post that Stingray clip to their YouTube channel," she suggested, a hint of excitement in her voice as she imagined the chaos it would cause. The idea of exposing Silver's crimes for the whole world to see was tantalizing, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought.

Sam's gaze hardened with resolve as she took in everything being said. She scanned the room, looking at each of them in turn, making sure everyone understood what was at stake. "Get ahold of everyone else. Let them know we're taking down Cobra Kai... tonight," she instructed, her voice ringing with finality. There was no turning back now. They were in this together, and nothing was going to stop them.

The night air was cool and still, the kind of quiet that made every footstep feel amplified. The group of teens moved in stealth, their bodies tense as they approached the Cobra Kai dojo, the neon sign flickering above them like an ominous warning. The dojo's usual harsh presence seemed to loom even more tonight, a silent sentinel to the dark secrets it held within its walls. They paused in front of the entrance, gathered in a tight circle, the weight of their mission sinking in.

Robby was the first to speak, his voice low and focused as he assessed the dojo. His gaze swept over the building, noting the layout, the shadows, and any potential weaknesses. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, calculating. "If it's the same alarm system as last time, I should be able to bypass it," he said with quiet confidence, recalling his past experiences with sneaking into places like this. He'd learned his way around security systems after a few encounters, some of which were more legal than others.

Demetri, standing beside him, cast Robby a sideways glance. There was admiration in his eyes, but also a flicker of unease. "Spoken like a man who's done this before," he remarked, his nervous chuckle betraying his concern. He wasn't used to breaking into buildings, and the weight of the moment wasn't lost on him.

Robby glanced over at Demetri, his lips twitching into a small grin. "Well, karate wasn't my first hobby," he said casually, his tone light. "I fractured a law or two before we met." His attempt at humor did little to ease the palpable tension, but it did give everyone a momentary break from the seriousness of their task.

Tory, who had been standing off to the side, stepped forward then, her presence commanding as she pulled out a keycard from her jacket. She raised an eyebrow, looking at Robby and then around at the others. "Or we could just scan my keycard," she suggested matter-of-factly, her voice laced with practicality. "That way, none of us get caught in the act, especially those of us on probation." Her eyes flicked toward Robby and Arizona, a reminder of the recent fight that had put them all in a precarious position with the school.

Arizona frowned at the mention of probation and cast a quick glance at Sam, her emotions flickering briefly. Arizona's eyes then flickered to her own hand, wrapped in a bandage, and she quickly looked away. The guilt gnawed at her, especially with Sam being the one she had injured, even though the scar on Sam's arm had never been fully healed.

Robby gave a brief laugh, looking at Tory with a nod of approval. "Good point," he said, clearly appreciating her input. "Guess I'm not the only one who can think on my feet."

The group's attention was momentarily diverted as the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance. Hawk, grinning from ear to ear, approached with Chris at his side. He threw a casual dap at Chris as he joined the group, his voice cutting through the thick tension. "What's happening?" Hawk asked, his usual cocky tone still intact, though there was an edge to his curiosity.

Chris returned the greeting, but his face was serious, the weight of their mission clearly evident. "What's up, man? Sorry we're late. Someone took forever to get ready," he said, eyes flicking toward Mitch, who seemed uncharacteristically sheepish.

Mitch, sensing the attention on him, shrugged defensively, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. "It's the middle of the night," he muttered, his voice lacking its usual flair, clearly on edge. Arizona and Dylan exchanged an understanding glance, their instincts already picking up on Mitch's odd behavior. Something about him just didn't sit right tonight, and they both knew it.

The silence that followed was broken by Nate's sharp voice, filled with disdain as his eyes zeroed in on Tory. "What's she doing here?" he demanded, his tone dripping with hostility. The tension between him and Tory was like a palpable force, the unresolved history between them creating an immediate barrier.

Sam, sensing the brewing conflict, stepped forward, her authority clear as she interjected quickly. "It's fine. She's with us," Sam said, her voice firm, though there was a coolness to her words that hinted at her discomfort with the situation. "For what we're about to do, at least," she added, making it clear that Tory's presence was only necessary for their mission-nothing more.

Mitch, still uneasy and clearly trying to make sense of everything, raised his hand like a hesitant student. "So, what are we doing here?" he asked, his voice edged with nervous curiosity. "All your text said was that we're gonna take down Cobra Kai. But, how exactly?" His question lingered in the air, and his tone suggested that he didn't fully grasp the magnitude of what they were about to do.

Arizona and Dylan exchanged another glance, their instincts screaming that Mitch's questions were more than just curiosity. Arizona stepped forward, her expression cool and calculating, her sharp eyes locking onto Mitch's. "Why are you asking so many questions, Penis Breath?" she asked, her voice cutting and confident. The childish insult seemed to hold a deeper weight in this context, serving as a reminder of the group's hierarchy and Arizona's tendency to deal with issues head-on.

Mitch flinched under her gaze, his usual cockiness faltering as he stammered out a response. "I-I'm not asking that many questions," he mumbled, his voice betraying his anxiety. His discomfort was painfully clear, and Arizona wasn't buying his excuse for a second.

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. "I'm keeping an eye on you," she said in a low, warning tone, making it clear that she wasn't letting him off the hook. Her instincts were rarely wrong, and tonight, Mitch didn't feel like an ally. She wasn't about to let her guard down-especially not with everything that was at stake.

Miguel, sensing the need to redirect the group's focus, cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Anyways," he said, his voice steady with determination. "We're gonna show them who their sensei really is." His words rang out, and a quiet but fierce sense of purpose settled over the group. "We think we've got proof that Silver's a criminal," he continued, his tone now serious and resolute. "And we're gonna make sure everyone knows it."

Sam nodded, taking over with the precision and leadership she was known for. She laid out their plan, each word carrying weight. "We're going upstairs to Silver's office," she began, her voice clear and unwavering. "We need you guys downstairs as lookouts." She swept her gaze over the group, locking eyes with Arizona and Dylan. "Arizona, you're with us too, as a lookout. You're the strongest fighter amongst them," Sam added, her words carrying a sense of trust and recognition in Arizona's abilities.

Arizona's chest swelled with pride at Sam's words, but there was no time to bask in it. She nodded confidently, her voice steady. "You can count on me," she said, the seriousness of the mission reflected in her tone. This wasn't just about taking down Cobra Kai-it was about justice, about making sure the truth came out, no matter the cost.

As the group split off into their respective roles, the gravity of what they were about to do hung in the air, thick and undeniable. Each step toward the building felt like a descent into uncharted territory, a place where every move mattered, and the stakes couldn't be higher. But there was no turning back. Tonight, they would put an end to Cobra Kai's reign, and they would expose the truth for all to see.

The atmosphere inside the Cobra Kai dojo was thick with tension, the air almost suffocating. The buzzing of the neon sign outside flickered in time with the pounding of Clementine's heart. She stood at the entrance, every nerve on edge, scanning the room for any sign of danger. Alison was next to her, equally alert, her posture stiff, her eyes flicking between the group and the surroundings. The silence that had lingered for moments seemed unnatural, as though something was about to snap.

Then, the doors swung open with a loud crash, and a group of Cobra Kai teens stormed in. Their heavy footsteps echoed ominously, each one fueled by a simmering fury that could be felt in the pit of your stomach. Kenny led the charge, his face contorted in anger, followed by Devon and a few other familiar faces from the dojo. The door slammed behind them, the noise cutting through the air like a shot.

"Shit," Arizona muttered under her breath, her gaze flicking from one face to another, her muscles tensing instinctively. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped into the middle of the group, instinctively positioning herself between her friends and the newcomers, ready for what was about to unfold.

Kenny's sharp, venomous gaze locked onto Anthony first. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" His voice sliced through the air, his words full of an almost palpable venom. The animosity between him and Anthony was clear, a history of grudges playing out before everyone's eyes.

But before anything could escalate, Kenny's eyes moved to Arizona, his expression darkening further. "Why are you here with them?" His voice dripped with a sharp, dangerous edge, clearly targeting Arizona with the venom of betrayal. His glare burned with a mix of disbelief and hatred, as though her presence was the final confirmation of something he couldn't quite believe.

Arizona didn't back down, her stance unflinching. "I'm not going anywhere," she shot back, her voice calm but full of conviction.

The tension grew heavier, and before anyone could say more, Chris, who had been standing off to the side, sensing the imminent eruption, called out, his voice urgent. "Guys!" he shouted, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to defuse the situation. But his words were lost amidst the escalating chaos.

Anthony, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward with his hands outstretched in a calm gesture, trying to salvage what little peace was left. "Come on, we just want you-" he started, but Kenny wasn't having any of it. With a hard shove, he sent Anthony stumbling backward.

"Hey!" Arizona's voice rang out, sharp and commanding as she immediately stormed forward, her face set in a hard scowl. Without a second thought, she shoved Kenny back with a force that made him stumble, the raw power in her movements unmistakable. "Stop this," she demanded, her tone like steel, unwavering.

Kenny, not one to back down, met her gaze with equal intensity, his lips curling into a mocking sneer. "What you gonna do about it, Alvarez?" His words were biting, cruel, laced with a challenge. He pointed to the tattoo on her arm-the "TRAITOR" tattoo that Tory had inked into her skin-his voice dripping with disdain. "You're a traitor. You will always be one."

Arizona didn't flinch, her stare hardening as she locked eyes with him, unwavering. "I don't need to prove anything to you," she said coldly, her expression unreadable, daring him to take it further.

Just as things seemed like they could explode, the sound of footsteps approaching fast rang through the dojo. Robby, Sam, Miguel, and Tory appeared, rushing in with the urgency of the moment. Sam and Dylan quickly helped Anthony to his feet, their gazes flicking nervously between the two groups, sensing the fight wasn't over yet.

Devon and Kenny exchanged looks, their confusion evident as they noticed Tory and Robby standing with the other group. "So you're with them now?" Devon asked, disbelief on her face as she glanced from Tory to Arizona.

Kenny didn't wait for an answer, his rage boiling over. "You knew what would happen if him and his friends ever stepped into this dojo again!" he yelled at Robby, his voice thick with accusation.

Sam, still trying to process everything, looked at Dylan, her brow furrowed in confusion. "How'd they know we were here?" she asked, the suspicion clear in her voice as she glanced nervously around.

Dylan, whose instincts were sharper than anyone's, immediately crossed her arms and gave Mitch a sidelong glance. Her eyes narrowed. "I think I have an idea," she muttered, her tone flat and unimpressed. She then turned, her voice loud and commanding. "Penis Breath, step forward!" she called out, her words cutting through the rising tension like a knife.

There was a long moment of hesitation before Mitch, looking uncomfortable and guilty, shuffled forward, clearly reluctant. His eyes flicked nervously toward his Cobra Kai peers.

Mitch's eyes darted toward Kyler, who smirked, beckoning him over. "Mitch, come on, get your ass over here where you belong," Kyler taunted, his grin wide as he motioned for Mitch to join their side. With a reluctant grunt, Mitch unzipped his jacket to reveal a Cobra Kai T-shirt underneath. The symbol was undeniable.

"I knew it," Dylan muttered, the anger in her voice barely contained. Her suspicions had been right, and now it was all out in the open.

"Penis Breath, how could you?" Bert asked, disbelief and hurt in his voice as he stared at Mitch, his face a mixture of confusion and betrayal.

Mitch's frustration finally bubbled over, and he snapped back, "I don't know. Maybe 'cause they don't call me Penis Breath. You guys have been so dead set on taking down Cobra Kai. I didn't even wanna leave in the first place. I mean, look around. They got snacks, swag, smoothies. Our dojo doesn't even have a roof. Or like any chicks other than Arizona, and she's taken!" His voice was thick with bitterness, the hurt dripping from every word.

Arizona, not one to back down, shot back with an icy tone. "Why did you?" Her voice was low but cutting, her gaze a mix of disbelief and contempt. "No one forced you."

Eli, who was standing just behind Arizona, leaned in and whispered quietly, "He got kicked out," his words a revelation that surprised even Arizona.

Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh... Not a shock," she muttered under her breath, confirming her suspicions about Mitch's character.

"Hey!" Mitch's face flushed a deep shade of red, his frustration and anger evident as he shot Arizona a glare.

Kyler, who was growing increasingly impatient, cut Mitch off with a sneer. "Alright, Penis Breath, shut up!" he barked, his words leaving Mitch stunned as the situation continued to spiral out of control.

With the tension now at its peak, Kyler's voice rang out, sneering at the group. "We got a traitor, well two," he said, his gaze landing on both Arizona and Tory, "y'all got a traitor, so that cancels out. So, are we gonna throw down or what?" he challenged, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

Tory, however, remained calm, stepping forward without hesitation. "I'm not a traitor. I'm just not buying what Silver is selling. And neither should any of you," she said firmly, her voice strong and clear, filled with the weight of someone who had seen enough of Silver's lies.

Robby nodded beside her, his expression determined. "Silver lied. To all of us," he said, his gaze now directly on Kenny, trying to reach through the anger clouding his judgment.

"And I was spying on you guys," Arizona added, her voice blunt and unapologetic.

But Kenny wasn't swayed. His eyes hardened as he stalked toward Robby, the words coming out in a snarl. "Us?" he scoffed, voice laced with disgust. "What 'us'? The only person who lied to me is you!" he yelled, each word like a dagger aimed at Robby's chest. His body was tense, coiled like a snake, ready to strike.

Miguel, sensing the breaking point, stepped in front of Robby, his protective instincts flaring. "Hey!" he shouted, his voice calm but firm. "Robby is right. You don't wanna do this."

For a brief moment, Kenny hesitated, his eyes flicking between Miguel and his own team, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. But it was short-lived. The fear that had surfaced was quickly replaced by a burning rage, and with a snarl, he took a step forward, his fist flying toward Miguel.

Miguel, always quick on his feet, dodged the punch with ease. But that was the moment the dojo erupted into chaos. Fists were flying, bodies colliding, and the sounds of grunts and shouts filled the air as a full-blown brawl broke out.

Upstairs, Dylan, overwhelmed by the violence unfolding below, froze for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't just stand by. Her mind raced as she bolted up the stairs toward Eli and Demetri, her voice trembling with urgency. "A fight is breaking out! Please go quicker!" she shouted, her eyes wide with fear.

Demetri, his fingers flying across the keyboard, didn't look up. "We're already working on it," he assured her, his voice filled with an undercurrent of urgency. "Just-stay out of it for now."

But it was too late. The fight had already begun, and it was only a matter of time before everything spun completely out of control.

The dojo was a battleground. Every corner of the room was filled with chaos as fists flew, feet kicked, and shouts rang through the air. Arizona's focus was razor-sharp, her senses heightened, but the weight of the brawl was hard to ignore. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her muscles burned from the constant movement as she fought off a Cobra Kai kid with a defiant sneer. She was fast, but her mind never strayed too far from the bigger picture, always scanning the room for any sudden moves.

She sidestepped another sloppy punch from the lanky Cobra Kai kid who was circling her. He was tall and wiry, his punches wild and predictable, but his speed kept her on her toes. Arizona blocked one of his jabs, snapping her leg into a roundhouse that sent him stumbling back.

But then, Arizona's sharp eyes caught sight of something that made her heart skip a beat-Dylan, who had been trying to stay out of the way, was cornered by a stocky Cobra Kai kid. His eyes gleamed with malicious intent as he shoved Dylan hard against the wall. Dylan yelped, the impact knocking the wind out of her, and she barely had time to recover before the Cobra Kai kid lunged at her.

Arizona's blood boiled as she saw Dylan on the ground, struggling to regain her balance. A rush of protective instinct surged through her. She quickly twisted away from the kid she was fighting, her muscles screaming in protest, but she had to get to Dylan.

Without thinking, she pushed the lanky Cobra Kai kid back with a powerful shove, sending him crashing into one of the wooden pillars in the dojo. She didn't care if he was dazed for a second-her priority was Dylan. Arizona sprinted across the floor, her boots hitting the mat with a solid thud, just as the Cobra Kai kid took a swing at Dylan.

"Dylan!" Arizona yelled, her voice sharp as a whip. She was there in an instant, her body blocking the incoming punch meant for Dylan. Her fist shot out and hit the Cobra Kai kid hard in the chest, knocking him backward. He barely had time to react before Arizona was on him. Her knee came up into his stomach, the air rushing out of him as she followed through with an elbow to his face, sending him reeling back.

The Cobra Kai kid staggered and looked at Arizona with wide eyes, but she wasn't done. Not even close. Without missing a beat, she gripped his arm, twisting it behind his back with enough force to make him cry out in pain before sending him crashing to the ground. He hit the mat with a solid thud, winded and helpless. Arizona straightened up, taking a deep breath as she turned to Dylan, who was still shakily trying to get to her feet.

"Stay down, Dylan!" Arizona snapped, her voice tinged with urgency. She shot one last glare at the Cobra Kai kid on the floor before positioning herself in front of Dylan, her stance wide and ready. The last thing she needed right now was for Dylan to get pulled into this any further.

Dylan looked up at her, still breathing hard but slowly recovering. Her hands were shaking, but there was a spark of determination in her eyes. "I... I can fight," Dylan said, her voice small but steady.

Arizona raised an eyebrow, but before she could say anything else, the stocky Cobra Kai kid stood up, his face contorted in anger. He was about to charge them when Arizona heard footsteps behind her. She spun around to see that one of the other Cobra Kai kids was closing in on them, and Dylan was in his sights.

"Get back!" Arizona yelled, shoving Dylan behind her. The Cobra Kai kid threw a wide punch, and Arizona barely had time to react, ducking under the strike and countering with an upward elbow that hit him square in the jaw. He staggered back, clutching his face in shock, and before he could recover, Arizona followed up with a powerful roundhouse kick that knocked him off balance.

Dylan, still shaky but now understanding how to move with Arizona's cues, took a breath and stepped up behind her. Arizona glanced back, giving her a quick nod before moving forward again.

The Cobra Kai kid, now on the defensive, was about to charge again when Arizona called out, "Dylan, punch!"

Dylan hesitated for just a second, but the trust in Arizona's voice was enough to push her into action. She swung her fist forward, hitting the Cobra Kai kid in the ribs with more force than she thought she had. The hit was enough to send him stumbling back, breathless and surprised.

Arizona's eyes flashed with approval. "Good," she said, her voice calm despite the chaos surrounding them.

But the fight wasn't over. The other Cobra Kai kids were still lurking around, waiting for their chance to strike. Arizona, sensing the shifting energy in the room, quickly swept her leg around, tripping the stocky Cobra Kai kid as he tried to charge again. He hit the ground hard, groaning in pain as Arizona pressed forward, eyes focused.

"Stay down," she muttered, giving him one last shove as she turned her attention back to the others.

Then, from the corner of her eye, Arizona saw the lanky Cobra Kai kid she had initially fought staggering to his feet again. He'd barely regained his balance when Arizona launched herself forward, spinning into a roundhouse kick that sent him flying across the room.

For a split second, there was silence-a brief pause where everyone in the dojo seemed to hold their breath.

But then, the full impact of the brawl hit them. The floor was littered with bodies, Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do members alike. Arizona wiped the sweat from her brow, standing tall, but her eyes were locked on Dylan. The two of them had fought side by side-somehow, despite all the chaos, they'd held their ground. Arizona gave Dylan an encouraging smile.

"You good?" Arizona asked, her voice softer now, but no less steady.

Dylan nodded, breathing hard but standing tall. Her confidence had visibly grown in the short time they'd fought together.

"I'm good," Dylan said, her voice firmer now, a new spark of determination in her eyes.

Just as the last of the Cobra Kai members finally backed off, Arizona was starting to catch her breath. She stood tall, eyes scanning the dojo one more time to ensure there were no more immediate threats. Her fists were still clenched from the adrenaline, but the fight was over-for now.

But before she could let her guard down completely, a flash of motion caught her eye.

Devon, a fierce and loyal Cobra Kai member, was charging toward her with rage written across his face. Arizona's heart sank as she recognized the anger in his eyes. He didn't hesitate for a second; his fist flew through the air, slamming into Arizona's jaw with a sickening crack.

The force of the punch knocked Arizona off balance, and she stumbled back, barely managing to stay on her feet. Her hand instinctively reached up to touch her stinging cheek, feeling the heat from where the punch had landed.

"What the hell, Devon?" Arizona gasped, her voice filled with shock and a little bit of disbelief.

Devon's face was contorted with fury as he stormed up to her, his breath coming in sharp, angry bursts. "You betrayed us! All this time, you've been pretending to be one of us, and now I find out you were spying for Miyagi-Do the whole time?!" His voice was a low growl, full of betrayal.

Arizona's chest tightened, and a deep frustration settled in. She clenched her fists, knowing that if she didn't defuse the situation now, it would get worse. "I was spying, Devon!" she shouted, her voice raw. "All I wanted was to take down Cobra Kai from the inside. I didn't want to be part of this-this-but you wouldn't listen. You were all too far gone!"

Devon's eyes narrowed, his fists still clenched at his sides. "You're pathetic," he spat, his voice seething with venom. "You can't ever stay in Cobra Kai long enough. You act like you're on our side, and then you turn around and throw it all away. You just can't commit to anything, can you?"

The sting of his words cut deeper than any punch could, but Arizona wasn't about to back down. She took a step forward, her chest rising and falling with her breath. "I was never on your side, Devon. I don't care about Cobra Kai-I care about taking it down. But you're too blind to see that, aren't you? You're just too wrapped up in this twisted version of 'strength.'"

Devon's eyes flashed with something darker. Without warning, he threw another punch at Arizona, this time aiming for her stomach. Arizona twisted to the side, the punch grazing her ribs, and she responded with a quick jab to his gut that caused him to stumble back.

"You're a fool if you think this is going to stop me," Devon growled, his fists tightening. "You always think you can play both sides, but it's not that simple!"

Arizona's eyes narrowed as she adjusted her stance, preparing herself for whatever Devon might throw at her next. "I don't play both sides. I did play Cobra Kai, and I was trying to help. But I see now that you guys are beyond saving."

Devon growled again, charging at her with his fists flying. Arizona dodged another punch, ducking low and weaving around him. She could hear the sound of his feet pounding against the mat, but she wasn't about to let him land another hit.

"Get over yourself, Devon," Arizona snapped, spinning out of the way of another punch. She quickly followed up with a powerful leg sweep, knocking his feet out from under him. "I didn't betray anyone-I was trying to save you from yourselves."

He hit the ground with a loud thud, but he was on his feet again in seconds, enraged. "You think you're better than us, huh?" he hissed, his lip curled in a snarl. "You think you're so special, pretending you can be the hero? You're nothing."

Arizona's face darkened. "No, Devon. I don't think I'm better than you. I just don't think you're worth saving anymore."

He lunged at her, but this time Arizona was ready. She ducked under his punch and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. Devon grunted in pain, but Arizona held firm, using her body weight to keep him pinned.

"You don't get it," Arizona said, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "I didn't want to fight you. I didn't want to be in Cobra Kai, but I thought maybe-just maybe-I could help change things. But it's too late now. You're all too far gone."

Devon struggled against her grip, his breath coming fast and erratic. His face was flushed with anger, but Arizona could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. She tightened her hold on him, forcing him to focus on her words rather than the fight.

"This isn't who you are, Devon," she said softly, her tone now quieter. "This isn't the person I knew. But if you want to keep pretending it is, fine. But don't act like you're the one who got betrayed here. I didn't betray you-I was just trying to save everyone from becoming this."

Devon froze for a moment, his body tense, but then he jerked his arm free with a burst of energy, shoving her off him. "I don't need your pity, Arizona," he spat, his voice thick with resentment.

Arizona stood tall, wiping blood from her lip, eyes steady as she stared him down. "Then do what you have to do," she said, her voice unwavering. "But I won't be a part of Cobra Kai anymore. Not for you, not for anyone."

Devon stood there, eyes burning with hate, but for a brief moment, Arizona saw the flicker of something else-uncertainty. It was quickly replaced by fury, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Stay the hell out of my way," Devon growled before turning and storming off, leaving Arizona standing in the middle of the dojo, breath coming in shallow bursts.

Her muscles ached, her body bruised, but she stood tall. She was done playing their game. The fight was far from over, but this was the first step. She would bring Cobra Kai down, no matter the cost.

Arizona's heart pounded in her chest as her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail of the chaos unfolding before her. The air was thick with tension-shouts of anger and pain mixed with the rapid, erratic sounds of fists and feet colliding with flesh. Her mind raced, calculating the next move while her body instinctively remained alert to any potential threats.

Eli and Demetri had just emerged from the stairwell, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Their clothes were disheveled, and sweat soaked their faces, but there was a brief moment of triumph in their eyes. Eli caught her gaze from across the room, and with a subtle, almost imperceptible nod, confirmed what she already suspected-they had secured the evidence they needed. The video that would expose Cobra Kai for their corrupt practices was in their hands. But before she could even begin to let her guard down, a figure moved in too quickly.

Kyler, a hulking figure that Arizona knew all too well, lunged at Eli with a speed that caught him off guard. The room seemed to slow in that instant, the tension palpable. Arizona's breath caught as Kyler's fist landed squarely in Eli's back with a sickening thud. The force of the punch sent Eli stumbling forward, and Arizona's eyes locked onto the iPad in Eli's hand. She saw it slip from his grasp, its screen flashing briefly before it flew through the air, skidding across the slick floor with alarming speed.

"Anthony! Grab it!" Arizona shouted, her voice cutting through the noise of the battle like a whip. Her command was urgent, carrying the weight of the moment. She watched as Anthony, who had been crouched near the corner of the room, snapped to attention. His eyes locked onto the iPad as it skidded to a stop near his feet, and without a second thought, he lunged forward, snatching it up just in time.

Kenny, who had been clutching his side in pain from a previous confrontation, gritted his teeth and yelled, "Get him!" His voice was strained, the effort of his earlier injuries clear in his tone, but there was no time for weakness now. Arizona's eyes briefly flicked to him, taking note of his battered state, but there was no time to offer sympathy. The iPad, the key to their success, was in Anthony's hands, and that was all that mattered.

"Protect the egg!" Miguel's voice rang out, his eyes fixed on Anthony, who was frantically trying to get the iPad to function. The urgency in Miguel's command was unmistakable. The group had worked too hard to lose it all now.

As the others huddled around Anthony, forming a protective barrier, Arizona couldn't afford to relax-not for a second. She quickly surveyed the room, her gaze shifting between the group and the Cobra Kai members, who were already regrouping and preparing to reengage. The tension in the room was suffocating, the battle far from over. She felt her muscles tense, her entire body alert as her eyes scanned for any immediate threats.

It didn't take long before two more Cobra Kai members charged toward her with reckless aggression. Arizona's instincts kicked in before she could even think. The first attacker swung a high, vicious kick aimed directly at her head. Arizona reacted without hesitation, sidestepping the blow with a fluid grace that belied the danger of the situation. She reached out and grabbed the attacker's leg mid-swing, using the momentum to twist and throw him into the nearby wall. The impact was jarring-a sickening crack as the Cobra Kai member collided with the surface. He crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain, his body too stunned to move.

The second attacker, undeterred by his comrade's fate, rushed in, throwing a wild, uncoordinated punch at Arizona's face. She ducked low, narrowly avoiding the blow as it whizzed past her head. With a swift motion, Arizona spun on her heel, catching the attacker's arm in a vice-like grip before he could land another hit. Her fingers twisted around his wrist, pulling his arm behind his back with a sharp, painful crack. Using the leverage, Arizona drove her knee into his side with enough force to knock the wind from him, sending him crashing to the floor in a heap of groaning limbs.

The attacker struggled briefly, attempting to free himself, but Arizona held him in place, her knee pressing down hard against his ribs. She could feel the tension in his body, the desperation in his futile attempts to fight back, but Arizona didn't let up. She kept the pressure on until his movements slowed, and eventually, he went still, his resistance fading as he realized there was no escaping her hold.

With the two Cobra Kai members subdued, Arizona's gaze snapped back to Anthony. The group had formed a tight circle around him, their faces grim with concentration as Anthony worked feverishly on the iPad. Every second mattered. Arizona's breath was shallow as she watched him, the weight of their mission hanging over them. This footage needed to make it out, and they needed it to reach the world. Every delay, every interruption could cost them everything.

"Almost there!" Anthony's voice was tight with concentration, but there was a note of determination in his words. His fingers flew over the screen, moving with practiced speed as he navigated through the upload process. His face was set in a mask of intensity, the strain evident in his furrowed brow. Arizona couldn't help but feel a sense of hope rising in her chest. They were close-so close to a crucial victory.

As the seconds ticked by, Arizona couldn't afford to lose focus. Her eyes scanned the room again, noting that the remaining Cobra Kai members were still gathering their strength, their eyes fixed on the group as they prepared to charge again. Arizona's stance tightened, her muscles coiled like a spring, ready for whatever came next.

"Come on, Anthony," she muttered under her breath. The video needed to go live. It needed to reach the public and expose the truth. The fight had been hard, but this-their victory-was the only thing that truly mattered now. With the iPad now safely in Anthony's hands and the upload nearing completion, Arizona knew they were on the brink of something huge. But she also knew the battle was far from over. The war would continue, but this moment? This was their win.

Arizona's eyes flicked to the TV screen, her gaze narrowing as the footage from the security cameras flickered to life, revealing a scene of utter chaos unfolding in real-time. The fight raged on around her, voices shouting, fists flying, but it was the image on the screen that held her attention-a reminder of just how much was at stake. The stakes had never been higher, and the chaos in the room only amplified the urgency of the moment.

Kenny's voice, strained and full of desperation, broke through the noise. "They're trapped. Don't let them out!" His words carried weight, and a sense of urgency gripped Arizona's chest. The room seemed to shift in response, her muscles tensing in preparation for whatever would come next. She had to stay focused.

Meanwhile, Dylan was caught in a struggle of his own. Rough hands grabbed at him, trying to pull him back into the fray, but Dylan wasn't having it. With each attempt to restrain him, Dylan twisted and shoved, his movements quick and forceful. His mind was locked on the mission-nothing else mattered. Every shove was met with resistance, but Dylan was relentless. His resolve was ironclad, and nothing, not even the strongest of hands, could deter him.

As Dylan fought to break free, the footage on the screen changed. The cameras captured a critical moment, one that seemed to bring everything they had been working toward into focus. A pivotal moment, the type that could turn the tide. Arizona's breath caught in her throat as she saw it.

" Nichols. What's on your mind? Excited to take things to the next level?"

The words came through the speakers, and Arizona's eyes widened slightly. The scene was unfolding just as they had hoped, everything coming to a head. On the screen, the confrontation continued. The figure of Silver came into focus, his smug smile evident even through the grainy footage.

"What's the point?" Silver's voice was cold and calculating. "You'll just pay to make me champion again. Arizona should've won." The words stung, and Arizona's fists clenched at her sides.

"So you know about the ref. Have you told anyone else?" came the voice of the other participant, cool and collected.

"Not yet. So you don't deny it?" The response was clear and unmistakable.

"Not at all. I paid them off to make sure Cobra Kai won. It was an insurance policy. You still won the fight."

"Did I? Because I know Arizona worked her butt off."

The words hung in the air, charged with significance. The accusation was damning. The statement, too. Arizona's jaw tightened as she listened, knowing that this was the breaking point. This was the truth they had been trying to expose.

Before Arizona could react, Silver's voice echoed through the room, mocking and dismissive. "That was your big plan, LaRusso?" he sneered. His gaze swept over the room, eyes filled with contempt as he scanned the faces of those gathered. "Breaking into my dojo to steal some footage that changes nothing?"

His mockery was thick, his arrogance unbearable, but it didn't faze Robby. Stepping forward, his voice rang out firm and confident. "It wasn't his plan. It was ours."

Silver's eyes widened in disbelief, the truth sinking in, but he quickly masked his surprise with a mocking smile. "And it changes everything," Robby added, his voice steady, unwavering. Silver's expression shifted, his amusement replaced with a growing sense of frustration.

As Silver walked toward them, the room seemed to draw tighter, the air heavy with tension. His voice grew louder, his anger evident. "Our enemies think they can keep attacking us with no repercussions. And what does the enemy deserve?" he demanded, his voice booming, demanding attention.

The room fell silent. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as Silver's eyes swept across his students. His gaze, full of contempt and disbelief, lingered on them for a moment before he spoke again, his tone laced with bitter frustration. "You think I'm the only one willing to go to these lengths? Their senseis broke into my home tonight. My home! Attacked me, unprovoked. But here I am. The only one left standing."

He chuckled darkly, spinning away in an exaggerated gesture of disdain. "They think they're entitled to victory because their way is right and our way is wrong. But that's not how it works. There are no morals to the story, no happy endings. Life isn't a fairy tale. It's a competitive sport. Right and wrong, there's no such thing. There are only winners... and losers."

The words cut through the tension in the room, sharp and final. "Cobra Kai builds winners because we're willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top."

The coldness of Silver's laughter filled the space, sending a shiver down Arizona's spine. She stood her ground, unwavering. But the true battle had yet to begin.

Silver turned to face Daniel, his expression full of disdain. "Everything you did to try and stop me amounted to nothing but pain. You got your ass kicked, Danny boy," Silver sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Daniel's eyes narrowed, his glare intensifying. "Now, you can either accept that... or I can kick it again right now."

Amanda's hand landed on Daniel's shoulder, a silent show of support. Her voice, calm but filled with quiet resolve, echoed in the charged room. "We're all with you, Daniel. Do what you have to do."

The room shifted. A circle of students and fighters began to form around Daniel and Silver, a makeshift ring where the final showdown would take place. Arizona could feel the weight of the moment. Every eye in the room was on them. The tension was unbearable.

Silver's taunt sliced through the stillness. "First, I took care of Chozen. Now you. This is where Miyagi-Do ends."

Daniel's voice was steady, unwavering in the face of the threat. "Miyagi-Do existed before any of us. It'll be around long after we're gone. The roots are strong, so the tree will survive."

With that, the battle began.

Silver lunged, his movements aggressive and swift. His fist came at Daniel with full force, but Daniel was ready. His body moved with precision, his block effortless. Silver came at him again, this time with a kick. But Daniel was one step ahead, his defense immaculate.

The two men circled each other, their movements fluid, each anticipating the other's next move. Silver, relentless in his aggression, swung with all his might. Daniel, cool and composed, evaded each strike with a grace that only years of training could afford him.

In one decisive moment, Daniel ducked under Silver's wild swing, his fist connecting with Silver's chest with enough force to knock the wind from him. Silver stumbled back, but he was quick to recover. He rose to his feet with a growl of frustration, but his attacks grew wilder, more desperate.

Daniel, however, was calm, focused. He saw his opening. With perfect form, he executed the crane kick, his foot connecting squarely with Silver's face. The force was enough to send Silver staggering backward, crashing into the glass Cobra Kai sign behind him. The sign shattered, the sound of the glass breaking filling the room with a satisfying finality.

As Silver lay sprawled on the ground, Cobra Kai's loyal students began to walk over to him, their faces filled with uncertainty. One by one, they began to remove their Cobra Kai merchandise, dropping it onto Silver's fallen form in a symbolic gesture of defiance. The Cobra Kai emblem, once a symbol of dominance, now lay in tatters at Silver's feet.

Arizona let out a long breath of relief as she watched the scene unfold. The battle was over. The truth had been revealed. The video was uploaded. They had won.

She turned to Miguel, who stood beside her, his eyes still locked on the aftermath of the battle. Without a word, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. They had made it. They had all made it.

Arizona sat on the edge of the EMT vehicle, cradling her injured hand as the paramedic gently prodded it, checking for any signs of serious damage. She winced as the EMT carefully examined her bruised knuckles and the swelling in her wrist, and he let out a soft sigh.

"You're lucky, kid. Looks like just some bruising and maybe a small sprain. You're going to need to wear a brace for a while to keep it from getting worse. Should heal in a couple of months, but don't try anything too strenuous with it for now," the EMT advised, wrapping a bandage around her wrist.

Arizona nodded, feeling a mix of relief and annoyance. It wasn't the worst outcome, but the idea of being sidelined for months was frustrating. She looked down at her wrapped hand and flexed her fingers, testing the limits of the pain. It was manageable, but it would be tough to go without full use of her hand for so long.

As the EMT finished up, Miguel appeared beside her, looking worried, his dark eyes searching her face. "What did they say?" he asked, voice low.

Arizona met his gaze and took a breath. "Just a sprain. I need a brace for a while, but it'll heal in a few months."

There was a brief silence as Miguel processed her words. He glanced down at her hand, his expression full of concern, but there was something more there, too-something softer. Arizona could feel the tension in the air, the weight of everything that had happened, and the closeness between them that had only grown tonight.

Before either of them could speak again, Arizona found herself leaning forward, her heart pounding in her chest. Without thinking, she closed the space between them, her lips crashing into his in a desperate, rough kiss. She felt his hands on her shoulders, steadying her, as they both gave into the moment.

When they finally pulled away, Arizona's breath was heavy, her pulse racing. She looked at him, eyes full of something deep, something she hadn't fully acknowledged until now. "I love you, Miguel. I love you so much," she said, her voice cracking slightly with emotion. "Tonight made me realize I love you so much."

Miguel smiled, his grin wide and full of warmth, and he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "I love you too, Arizona."

The words hung in the air between them, but before Arizona could respond, she heard a voice calling her name.

"Arizona?"

She whipped around, her heart jolting in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked onto the figure running toward her. It was her mother, Daniella, with her little brother, Diego, and their grandmother, Dolli, following closely behind.

Daniella's face was strained, her movements hurried, but there was something about the way she was looking at Arizona that made her pulse quicken.

Arizona stood frozen, confusion washing over her. Her mom... out of rehab? That wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be working on herself, on getting better. But here she was, appearing from nowhere, as if nothing had changed. The knot in Arizona's stomach tightened, a mix of anger, sadness, and uncertainty filling her chest.

Daniella reached her first, concern written across her face. "Are you okay? We heard what happened." She quickly placed a hand on Arizona's shoulder, her voice wavering.

Arizona couldn't find the words right away. She glanced at Diego, his young face full of worry, and then at Dolli, who looked equally concerned but less overwhelmed than Daniella.

"I-" Arizona began, but the words caught in her throat. She didn't know how to feel. Her mom had barely been a mother before, and now, here she was, showing up out of nowhere, like she cared. Arizona wasn't sure if she was ready to face this, to deal with the emotions that came with it. It was all too much.

Miguel, sensing the tension, stepped closer to Arizona, placing a reassuring hand on her back. He didn't speak, but his presence was grounding.

Daniella's gaze shifted between Arizona and Miguel, confusion flickering in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Arizona. I know I've been gone, but I'm here now, and I want to make things right."

Arizona's chest tightened, the words feeling hollow. She didn't know how to respond. Could things really be "right" after everything? After all the hurt, all the broken promises?

For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, and Arizona found herself lost in the sea of her own emotions, torn between wanting to scream and not knowing how to let the words out. She glanced back at Miguel, who gave her a small nod, his expression soft with understanding.

She wasn't sure what came next. What any of this meant. But she knew, deep down, that tonight was the beginning of something new. Whether it was a fresh start with her mom or just the next chapter in her life with Miguel, Arizona was ready to face whatever came her way. She just needed to take it one step at a time.

Dylan carefully walked over to where Sam was sitting in the ambulance, wrapped in a thick, soft blanket for warmth. The cold night air seemed to cling to her despite the blanket, and the look on her face was a mix of exhaustion and quiet relief. Dylan hesitated for a moment, then gestured toward the seat beside her. "Mind if I, uh..." he trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence, but his gaze fell on the empty space beside her.

Sam glanced up at him, a small, tired smile forming on her lips. "Yeah, go ahead," she replied, nodding, and Dylan moved to sit next to her. The ambulance was cramped, the walls humming with the noise of sirens and the distant sound of chatter outside. He settled beside her, the warmth of her body radiating through the blanket, and they both fell into a quiet moment, the chaos of the night now feeling like a distant memory.

"You okay?" Dylan asked, his voice soft with concern as he glanced at her, watching her closely.

Sam sighed, leaning back against the wall, her fingers lightly clutching the edges of her blanket. "Yeah, more or less. What about you? Any more major damage?" Her tone was casual, but there was an underlying tension in her words that Dylan caught, something that spoke of lingering worry.

He chuckled dryly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh... Think I've had worse," Dylan replied, a faint grin tugging at his lips despite the bruises already starting to darken on his skin.

Sam gave him a faint, understanding smile. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out something shiny, holding it out toward him. "Is this yours?" she asked quietly, her voice softer now, almost hesitant as she dangled a delicate diamond necklace in front of him. Dylan's eyes widened as he recognized it immediately.

"That was, uh..." He stumbled over his words, trying to find the right thing to say. "It was supposed to be yours, but, uh-"

"But I broke up with you before you could give it to me," Sam finished for him, her voice steady, but there was a tinge of sadness beneath the words. She held the necklace between them, the diamond catching the faint light from the ambulance's interior.

Dylan nodded, his throat tightening a little as he felt the weight of those memories-the unexpected breakup, the sudden distance between them. "Something like that," he muttered, looking down at his hands, his thumb absently running over the surface of his own wrist.

For a long moment, there was a silence between them, a moment where the world seemed to pause. Sam looked down at the necklace in her hands, then back up at Dylan, her expression softening. "So, you weren't really fine with breaking up?" she asked, her voice quieter now, as if she were carefully testing the waters of a conversation they hadn't really touched on before.

Dylan shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. "It's not what I wanted," he said, his voice sincere. "But I understood how you were feeling. You said you weren't okay, you needed some time, and... That just seemed like it was more important." He looked down at his hands again, fighting the feeling of helplessness that came with knowing he couldn't fix things for her, but he could let her have the space she needed.

Sam smiled slightly, her lips curving up just a little. She leaned her head against the cool metal of the ambulance's interior, her eyes locking onto his with a vulnerability that was rare for her. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. "Means a lot to me."

Dylan's heart swelled at her words. His smile widened, and he reached out, resting a hand gently on hers. "Of course," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "It's what you do when you love someone."

Sam's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and the air between them seemed to thicken with something unspoken, a feeling neither of them could ignore. She shifted a little closer, lifting her head slightly. Their faces were only inches apart now, and Dylan's breath caught in his chest as she looked at him, her eyes searching his with quiet intensity.

"I love you," Sam whispered, her voice barely above a breath, but it hit him with all the force of a confession long overdue. Her hand tightened slightly around the necklace, the gesture speaking volumes about how much she needed him, how much she was willing to trust him again.

Dylan's heart skipped a beat, and a soft, genuine smile spread across his face. "I love you too," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Without another word, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, pulling her into a kiss.

The kiss was tender, almost cautious at first, as if they were both still testing the waters of something fragile. But soon it deepened, the urgency of their feelings spilling into the kiss, as if all the things left unsaid, all the pain and the distance, could be healed in this one moment.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, and for a brief second, the world outside the ambulance seemed to fade away. They were just there, in that quiet space between them, where nothing else mattered but the certainty of how they felt.

Sam smiled, her fingers lightly brushing against his cheek. "I'm glad you're here," she said softly.

Dylan nodded, his smile never wavering. "Me too," he whispered back, his hand still holding hers, not wanting to let go.

And in that moment, despite everything that had happened, everything that was still left to face, they were just two people in the quiet of the night, finding each other again.

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