Anya’s POV.He’s going to kill me. It was all I could think of.My fingers trembled violently, slipping against the window latch as I struggled to open it. “Come on, Anya, get your shit together!”I gave it a desperate yank, but the metal slipped from my sweaty palm, smacking against the frame with a loud, echoing CLANG!My heart stopped.He was going to find me.Sure enough, a second later, footsteps began pounding down the hallway in my direction, fast and relentless. “Anyaaa!” his voice sang out, taunting me. “Do you really think you can outrun me?”Panicking, I threw my backpack—the one containing my visa, plane ticket, and my entire future—onto the floor. I shoved the window wide open, swinging one leg over the sill. I was three stories up, looking down at the hard, unforgiving ground below. The fall might kill me, but whatever was coming down that hallway was guaranteed to.I’d rather take my chances.I leaned forward, ready to jump.But before I could launch myself into the air
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