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A note is propped up:
With love, the K.C. x
We need to get him out of here and move to another location,” Freddie says. “If someone followed Callen, they must have known he was watching us, too.”
We're not safe anywhere now that a group of assassins has us in their sights.
CHAPTER32
BRAM
She tries to steady her shaky breathing to hide her feelings from me, but it doesn’t work. A few inches away, on the other side of that door, her entire world is falling apart.
You weren’t to know.
“But why him?” Her voice is desperate, confused, and broken. I’m not speaking to the brutal Killers Club agent. I’m talking to the real Ivy Penrose. “Alaric knows what he did. Why would he work with him?”
Because they’re monsters, I answer in my head. He lives for spilling blood and having power. Alaric acted the same way in the army, and he hasn’t changed. He’s manipulating everyone.
“I should have known,” she stammers. “How didn’t I know? I have to speak to him!” She jumps up. “I have to see what he has to say. I—”
I pound my fists on the door, enough to make her stop. Her glistening eyes peer through the window and pierce through my skin.
One look at my face dulls her enthusiasm.
I shake my head.He’ll kill you.
She swallows as the realisation dawns on her. I’m right. He’d slit her pretty little throat without hesitation. There are plenty of people with vendettas he can groom to take her place.
Alaric pretends to give second chances, but he exploits people instead. That’s why I'll never trust him, no matter what I’ve agreed.
“How am I meant to keep on pretending?” Ivy asks. “What am I meant to do now? I don’t exist. There’s no record of me anywhere. It’s not like I can leave!”
The Dukes.
“I’ve been lying to them.” She hangs her head. “I’m no better than Alaric.”
I feel her pain, but I have to push that aside. As a soldier, they taught me to switch off my emotions, and I do that now. Her heart is cracking open, but she’s my ticket to freedom. My eyes stray to the door handle. This is the moment I’ve waited for. A moment of weakness.
The pen is moving across the paper before I have second thoughts.
I could help you build a new identity.
I know the code to the door.
“You want me to let you out?”
Guilt claws at my skin as I nod slowly and write the numbers down.
6, 8, 2, 1.
“I can’t,” she says. “He’ll find out. They’ll know it was me. I…”
I hold up a note before she has any more time to think about it. I’m getting to her. I can feel it…
What have you got left to lose? I’m the only one who can help.
“You’re right.” A sad smile makes her lips twitch. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”
