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But hoould I e that?

“Fuck…I’ duck in here” I unlocked the door and cracked it open

No sign of the psychopath

I left ht now and slowly crept out, careful not to make a sound that would draw his attention froround, and I left the door ajar behind me

I got on e When he realized the door was open, he would assume I’d made a run for it and he’d missed it With his back turned, I’d cut one of the horses free and make my escape

Flat on my stomach, I swept my eyes across the limited view I had The hooves of the horses shifted left and right as they tried to reht, and the one on the left released a pile of droppings

I was too worked up to cringe

Mastodon’s boot caround Slowly, he ca to the door that I’d left open He took his sweet-ass time, every step loud and purposeful

The closer he came, the more I shifted to the other side, careful not to let et loud When he stopped at the open door, I got to my feet on the other side, careful to keep my head down below the

So close

I pulled outthe ropes that secured the horse to the carriage

Hebecause now his footsteps were loud

“Coot the last rope free and clirab because it wasn’t saddled There weren’t even reins Just the dark hair on the nape of his neck

The horse took off—just in the nick of time

Without direction, we just ran, ran hard

I looked overMastodon to do the same to the other horse

But he just stood there and looked at me in a way he never had before

Like he didn’t hate me