Page 147 of Sinful Crown


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A sinking feeling pits in my stomach as I watch an obviously distraught Sasha storm into the room.

I feel ill as I watch her throw her clothes around, curses firing out of her mouth like a drunk sailor.

Then I see the moment she locks eyes with the cello.

My heart pounds in my chest as she unlatches it, pulls it to her chest, and then, like she’s possessed, she throws it across the room.

She sits in silence for a second before tilting her head up.

Turning up the volume, I wait for her to do something. Say something.

“I wish you left me to the Russians. Congratulations, Gideon. You didn’t just kill Roman; you killed me too.”

Her words are venom.

They hit their mark.

Straight into my heart.

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SASHA

What a stroke of luck.

But now that I’ve gotten out, I have to find a way back to the city.

That’s going to be the hard part.

I have no idea where I am.

The ride wasn’t that long, maybe thirty minutes at most.

If I had to guess, I’d say I’m somewhere in Jersey.

I feel the blades of grass tickling my bare legs as I walk through them. I should have changed into leggings, but I was too angry.

Now, as the twigs from the trees snap back and lash my skin, I realize my mistake.

Gideon said it would be impossible to escape, and while I haven’t found that to be accurate yet, I can definitely see how it won’t be a cakewalk either.

The trees loom all around me, and although it’s not dusk yet, it’s dark within the woods. The large branches and tree trunks block out the afternoon sun.

I shiver, but not from cold. My hands tremble at my sides as my earlier adrenaline makes way to fear.

Calm down.

Easier said than done. I sound like an elephant stampeding over these damn leaves. The crunching echoes in the silence, rattling my nerves and keeping me on edge.

I need to keep my wits about me, or I’ll get caught.

The only problemis I’ve got no clue where I am. Other than the fact that I’m surrounded by enormous trees, and I can’t see anything beyond them.

I twist and turn, trying to sidestep the prickly underbrush, but it seems to be everywhere.Every movement sends a shower of needles into my skin.

I stop for a second and take a deep breath.

It can’t be long now. This can’t go on forever.

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