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Escape

The car sped along the roadway, putting more and more distance between themselves and Rome’s parents. Ella was paying little attention, though. She couldn’t keep her hands, or her mouth, off of Rome.

Her wig was on the floor, but with the dark tinting on the windows, she thought it would be fine, until they reached the hotel and she had to get out. Rome brushed his fingers through her hair and rubbed her cheek. “How did you fake your death?” he asked her.

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