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He would blame the guards. He would blame everyone but himself.
Greg was incapable of accepting that he was responsible for his actions. He hadn’t been held accountable a single time in his life, and everyone just agreed to go along with it.
Well, not her. Not anymore.
Amelia made her way to the east wing and to the very last bedroom. It was not occupied by any of the house staff due to its drafty windows.
But Amelia didn’t care. This room had something her other bedroom didn’t have.
A lock on the inside.
She clicked it slowly to make sure no guard’s ear heard it. On the tips of her toes, she went to the dresser in the corner of the room and gently pulled out one of the drawers. In the very back was a black bag the size of an overlarge purse.
She didn’t dare unzip it. She only sat on the lumpy cot and held it close to her.
This bag was everything she needed to make her escape, and as soon as the house was quiet and everyone had gone to bed, she would make her move.
Amelia couldn’t help but grin as she waited for the moon to be high in the sky. She knew she wouldn’t be out of danger until she was well and truly gone from Greg’s house. Even then, there would always be danger lurking behind every corner.
But she had to try.
She had to run and see how far she could make it before Greg found her.
If she were lucky, maybe he would never find her.
If she werereallylucky, maybe she could build a life that was all her own.
* * *
Amelia heldher breath as she slowly opened the bedroom door. Despite the darkness of the night, she could make out the empty hallway of the service quarters. With her go-bag slung onto her back and her shoes in her hands, she made her way down the hallway.
Every little noise made her pause.
Her heart beat so loudly she was sure it could be heard by all of the shifter guards that were no doubt on duty. She took a deep inhale and slowly let it out through her mouth, willing her heart to slow its rhythm.
It helped a little.
Her socks didn’t make any noise on the marble flooring as she reached the kitchen’s backdoor. She unlocked it with trembling fingers without casting a look behind her.
The door made a terrible squeak that halted her progress.
Amelia’s heart stopped, but she didn’t. She quickly closed the door behind her and began to run. She ran and ran and ran until she got to the black iron fence wrapped in flowers and ivy at the back of the garden. She pulled a small key from her pocket and slipped it into the lock.
It turned with a bit of difficulty, but it was enough to unlock the barrier. She closed it behind her and continued to run.
She lost track of time, running in the dark night. She only paused to put on a red wig once she had reached the main street. If anyone spotted her, they would see a red-headed woman. If Greg got hold of any CCTV footage, he wouldn’t look twice at her.
One woman. Three potential hair colors. It seriously narrowed the chances of Greg finding her.
With Greg’s house far behind, Amelia hailed the first cab she saw. She used a fake American accent to give the driver her destination. When he pulled up in front of the subway station, she paid him in cash with a mumbled and nearly incoherentthanks.
The destination had, of course, been only part of the way. Amelia couldn’t risk Greg finding out she’d gotten a cab that drove her straight to the Blood Moon Agency.
She walked the rest of the way and tucked herself in a corner where no passing car could see her. No matter what time Wilder Wolverton got to work, she would spot him. And then, with any luck, he would agree to help her.
If he didn’t…
Amelia shivered and pushed away the thought. Hehadto help her. He was her only hope.
