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39. Bail

Author: Feriha Writer
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-18 23:38:11

Elena's POV

The clattering of keys jolted me awake.

For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. My head felt heavy, my neck stiff from the way I’d leaned against the cold cement wall. The air smelt of damp iron, stale sweat, and something bitter that clung to the back of my throat. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together reality as golden rays of sunlight filtered through the narrow vent high above the cell.

Morning.

God, we had actually spent the night in jail.

I let out a low groan, dragging a hand over my face. My eyes darted sideways—Natalie was sprawled beside me on the thin bench, her mouth cracked, her hair a wild halo against her cheek. She was snoring softly, her face twitching every few seconds like she was arguing with someone in her dream. Of course she’d manage to sleep soundly in a cell. Typical Natalie.

The jingling of the keys grew closer, echoing against the concrete walls. The sound scraped against my half-asleep brain. My brows furrowed just as the officer appea
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