CAMILLA“What do you mean, set me free?”The question came out sharper than I intended, but I did not care.Austin stood across from me, bruised and battered, with dried blood still clinging to the side of his mouth like proof that nothing about tonight was normal. He looked too calm for someone who had just stumbled into this house looking half dead.He lowered himself slowly onto the edge of the bed and pressed a hand against his ribs.“I mean exactly what I said,” he replied. “We leave.”I stared at him.“Leave where?”He looked up at me then, and there was something unreadable in his eyes.“Out of this country.”For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong.I gave a short laugh, but there was no humor in it.“You cannot be serious.”“I am.”I sank down onto the floor because suddenly my legs felt too weak to hold me up.The carpet beneath me was soft, too soft for the storm building inside my chest.“Leave the country?” I repeated. “How exactly do you plan to escape your grandfa
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