LILA'S POV
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I sat on the cold floor, my back against the wall, my legs pulled tight to my chest.
The letters were still scattered where Darius had thrown them. Some edges were torn. I couldn’t even touch them anymore. My fingers kept shaking.
My head throbbed. I kept seeing Asher’s face, the way he’d smiled at me before we ran. His voice when he said my name. *Lila, don’t stop running.*
But I had stopped. And now I was here. Locked up like some animal.
I looked at the door. Heavy wood, iron latch. There was no way out. The window was barred. The room smelled like dust and old wood. I hated it. I hated him.
The sound of boots echoed outside.
My heart jumped.
I crawled to the corner, pressing my shoulder against the wall, eyes on the door.
Was it a guard? Tara? Please let it be
