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Cillian pauses, glancing at me over his shoulder, the look in his eyes not so sweet anymore “Marcello?”

The silence between us is deafening

“You think Marcello sent me?”

My pupils dilate

“Then …?”

“You knoho”

It takes a few seconds for it to click There is only one other person in this world who could be looking for me

My father

I choke on my own breath

But he’s dead, isn’t he?

I choked hi with me No one came to save him

I shake my head “That’s not possible …”

“When our family heard of what happened at the warehouse, we mobilized immediately and went out to do a search and rescue You vanished with Marcello, only to resurface in this town out of all the places you could go to,” Cillian explains, and he grabs my wrist once more “Now, come Unless you want me to do this the hard way” The look in his eyes is un

I can’t possibly win against a e And so tells me he wouldn’t blink twice to use it on me Not to kill me, but at least wound me in a way to make me comply

And I’m not about to risk that

So I sigh and let hi over the dead bodies and around the pools of blood as though it will prevent the dead froht into the sunlight, all the way to a car parked in front

“Get in,” he barks, opening the door

I sit down, and before I can even say a word, the door’s already closed

Just like that, ain

This time, not by Marcello’s henchmen … but by my fake father’s

Cillian hops in front of the steering wheel and shuts the door tight The locks click into place, and the sound makes me jolt up and down in my seat

The car begins to drive, and I gaze out theat my hideout, which quickly vanishes froain, and that saddens me a bit

“Where are we going?” I ask

But I already know the answer I just ask because I need to hear it from someone else’s mouth Because my brain can’t cope with the undeniable truth