A Y L A
I stared at her, something cold curling low in my stomach.
A plan.
Knowing Liora, it would be clever. Dangerous. And at least half designed to benefit her above all.
But if it meant freedom for our parents… if it meant an end to this madness…
I had no other choice but to listen.
She moved first, gliding to the bed like she owned the room, then lifted a finger in that gentle little gesture she used whenever she expected me to obey. I didn’t want to sit beside her. I really didn’t. But I did anyway, lowering myself onto the mattress as she shifted closer.
Then she spoke.
“I’m thinking you should escape,” she whispered. “You know… run away from this place.”
I stared at her like she’d just told me the moon was made of cheese.
“What?” My voice shot up, sharp and disbelieving.
