Part Eighty-Two

Inara’s heart was hammering against her chest. She’d sent Agron a text every night and this morning he’d reminded her that he would pick her up at four. She had five minutes to spare as she zipped her suitcase shut.

Endrit had met her outside of her dorm building every morning and dutifully walked her to class. He sat with her at lunch and walked her back to her building after school. She saw him on the sports grounds and the whole school knew she was off limits.

She had no idea what was going on. Dominic was alive and he texted her every day, normal things like ‘have a good day’ so she knew the Russians were dead and every day she lived in fear of Dominic showing up and getting himself killed.

She took a deep breath and wondered if Agron knew that it was her eighteenth birthday on Sunday. She pulled her suitcase to the floor and wheeled it out of her room. She had to make this work, somehow she had to appeal to Agron’s better side to leave her family alone. She’d do whatever it took