MIRA POV“Service exit” I said. “Now.”I didn’t wait for her answer. I moved. Back through my apartment fast, grabbing my bag off the table in one motion because the bag had my phone and my keys and those were the two things that mattered and everything else could stay. The service exit was at the far end of the corridor, past the bins and the building manager’s storage room, a door that most people in the building had never used and I knew exactly where it was because I had been a person who located exits on the first week of living anywhere for five years.Lena was right behind me. I heard her before I saw her, her footsteps close and quick, keeping pace.The corridor was dark. The power cut had taken the emergency lights too, which was not standard but was Destan, who always went thorough. My wolf vision had adjusted. I moved along the wall, one hand trailing it for reference, keeping my pace steady and controlled.“Left here” I said, low. Not a whisper. Whispers carried in corrido
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