7
Chelsey
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“Obviously we do have a choice. Die or go with them,” said Melody, getting off of the bed. “The answer is simple.”
“I suppose,” I said, still frightened of the idea. I’d never even been out of Montana, let alone flown on a plane that would take us to another country.
Slade ran a hand through his hair, which looked slightly damp. “Okay, I can see that you’re still nervous about it, Chelsey. It doesn’t have to be a permanent thing, though. I can offer you the sanctuary you need, until it’s safe to return to the U.S.”
“And when will that be?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t have that answer. But, who knows, you might just enjoy living in Romania. You may never want to come back to this country.”
“Romania? I thought we were going to Ireland?” I replied, looking at Mel
