Alina had never shifted in front of anyone.
Not her mother. Not her brother. Not Micheal, who'd once asked in a bored voice, like he wanted to see a card trick.
And now a man with Avery's face and Nimor's eyes was crouched beside her couch in the dark, holding up her own bobby pin, asking her to run.
"No," she whispered.
"Yes," Nimor said, delighted.
"Somebody is *photographing* you. We just put locks on every window."
"I know." He tilted his head. "That's why I asked you instead of the window."
She opened her mouth. Closed it.
*He has a point,* Daxy said. *An annoying, adorable point.*
"Where?" Alina heard herself ask.
His gold eyes lit up like a struck match.
"North," he said. "Where the trees are."
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Mitch was waiting by the private elevator with the keys to the Rolls in
