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There was silence for a moment before I heard his voice. "We need to meet now. I'll be at the restaurant. Meet me in the back."

With that he hung up leaving me staring blankly at my phone.

I took in a deep breath and stood up, shakily slipping the phone back into my pocket. This was it. I had finally made a decision to commit to whatever happened next. For better or for worse, there was no turning back.

I headed outside and walked briskly toward the restaurant, the streets were filled with cars, their sounds loud enough to drown out my own footsteps.

I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen; maybe Blaise and his men had decided not to kill us after all, and we would simply be left alone with the knowledge of our crimes hanging over us. I could hardly think about that right now though because I had a feeling that was far too much to hope for. After all this time of fighting and lying, we’d probably be facing a similar fate anyway; the only difference being that I knew what that was.

The sound of voices carried over the wind as I approached the restaurant. A group of people were laughing loudly and having a great time. I paused a few feet away and glanced around. There were two figures standing by the building and I guessed that must be them.

One was Blaise, leaning against the side of the building with his hands tucked in his pockets. He appeared completely relaxed, although I could tell he had been on edge earlier.

The other man stood tall next to Blaise, both arms crossed, and his lips drawn tightly into a frown. He watched me silently while I stood several feet away.

Finally, I walked up to them, my nerves beginning to build up.

"You called?" I asked, glancing between the two of them.

They exchanged glances, a strange tension forming between them. They looked back to me and nodded.

"Let’s talk." Blaise began.

I raised an eyebrow, unsure what he was talking about. Then his words fully registered in my mind, and I swallowed heavily.

My heart began to race and sweat trickled down my forehead.

"Okay." I replied quietly. I felt sick to my stomach and wondered vaguely if this was really happening. What I did now could mean the end of my life. The fact I was walking into something like this was unreal. I should feel scared... I felt confused. But instead, fear was replaced by confusion, and I began to wonder who I truly was. I knew what I had signed up for, but it seemed so different from what I had expected.

I was going into hiding and now I had to do what? Kill someone for money? Or for revenge? Both seemed equally bad.

"So, what do you want to discuss?" I repeated, shifting uncomfortably. The two men stayed silent for another moment, looking at each other as if communicating telepathically. Suddenly, Blaise turned to me again.

"Well, first things first." He began, taking a step forward towards me. I tensed immediately, expecting him to grab me and drag me off to who knows where. Instead, he merely placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed lightly. I relaxed a little and leaned into his touch.

"We're going to help you." He continued. I blinked, surprised by his statement.

"What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"We're going to help you." He repeated, his tone firm. I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "I have a job for you."

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head slightly. "Why are you helping me?" I questioned. Blaise smiled grimly and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a knife, a shiny, black blade resting on the palm of his hand.

"We are going to help each other," he said, handing me the blade, "You take care of my problem and I help you escape yours."

His tone changed subtly. It was suddenly more serious, less playful and more dangerous. I felt the urge to cower underneath his gaze, but I didn't move. I needed to figure this out on my own, but I wasn't about to back out now.

"Do we have a deal?" he asked. My eyes flickered from the blade to Blaise and then down to the weapon. There were a million possibilities running through my head, many of which had a very slim chance of working out well for me. I nodded my head, knowing it was the only choice I had.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Grayson

The humidity was high, and the air felt sticky. Drako snuck out early, without saying a word. It seemed odd since he was no longer considered to be part of his horde. His supposed death was the only thing keeping him safe and it didn't make sense for him to risk being caught again. I followed him, making sure to stay out of sight as he walked to an empty lot.

From a distance, I watched from behind a tree, as he nervously waited for someone to show up. I strained to see who it might be. Then all of a sudden, a car pulled up and I saw a man get out. Drako took a deep breath and seemed to relax as they said hello.

"Blaise, I wasn't sure you would come but thank you for hearing me out."

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