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Taking a deep breath before a tear could fall from my eyes, I bent down to the corner of my bed where I had shoved the folder. I ran my fingers along the borders of the folder, trying to come up with anything that could get me past this without making me compromise my relationship with my mum, the only family I currently had. I swallowed hard before deciding to go through the papers again until I saw something I had never really paid attention to. All the clauses and penalties were tied to one timeline — the period of the bargain. Knox had never explicitly said when this whole madness would be over. No… no no no… he said it was until he called it over.

Racheal nodded, listening attentively. “So we learned quickly those who were willing to sell it for extra money to teenagers. They called these things other names. They were not fixed. If you knew what the bad guys in that place called their goods, you could walk to the bar and ask for cinnamon and be sold marijuana under the table. Cinnamon could be cigarettes too at the supermarket next door.” Racheal’s jaw dropped. “What do you think Bourbon meant here?” “I don’t know. Asad Achillie is here.” Jade said, looking into the rearview mirror.