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The worst that will happen is he will tell Milo, but Milo has already guessed Enzo is trying to figure out a way in to save me. So it doesn’t really matter if he finds out. And Felix just might help me.
“I want out of here, so I can find Milo’s weakness. I need a wa
y out of here, or more accurately, I need a way for someone to get in undetected.”
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Felix doesn’t say anything right away. He just thinks about what he’s going to do with this information.
“Finally,” he says.
“What?”
“Finally. I’ve been waiting for you to trust me for weeks. I hate Milo. My brother died working for him. I hate how he treats women. I want to bring him down. And I think you and Enzo are the only ones capable of doing that.”
Felix gets up and unlocks the door to my cage.
“Put your hand out,” he says as he reaches into his back pocket and produces handcuffs.
I frown.
“I’m sorry, but if anyone sees us, they need to see I still think of you as a prisoner and not a friend. These will help with that.”
Reluctantly, I pull my arm out of the sling that has protected my shoulder all these weeks. It feels sore, but I stretch my shoulder and put my arms out.
Then Felix attaches the handcuffs to my wrists. He’s careful to try and not touch my skin, but his fingertips brush my skin two times.
I wince both times as the stings zip through my body.
“Sorry,” he says, noticing my reaction.
I smile weakly. “Don’t apologize, you are helping me.”
He shrugs. “Going to attempt to. Follow me.”
Felix walks out of the cage, and when I reach the door, I stand hesitantly staring at the floor. He chuckles at my reaction, “Afraid of a taste of freedom?”
“No, it’s just hard to be free when you’ve been captive for so long. It’s hard to trust I can even do something as simple as walk out here, even though I have handcuffs and a guard.”
He nods. “Trust me.”
I nod. I’ll trust you as much as I can.
I step out of the cell. I can do this. Milo isn’t right around the corner, ready to jump on me. I’m going to be okay.
I follow Felix up the stairs slowly, my leg aching with each step. Finally, I reach the top, and Felix looks at me reluctantly.
“I need to hold onto you. If anyone spots us, it would look weird if I wasn’t holding onto you or had a gun pointed at you. Your choice, I guess.”
I would honestly prefer the gun, but a gun is riskier. A gun could accidentally go off.
I nod and look down at my injured right arm. I’m already used to feeling pain there. That’s where he should touch me.
He gently grabs hold of my arm and then, without giving me time to think about it, leads me through the house.
