"Is it him?"
Lucy's question was almost inaudible, and I was even surprised she had to ask. I wanted so badly to tell her that it was the cruelest man alive, the abusive ruler, or even the devil straight from hell. I set the bag back on the shelf and pressed my ear to the door.
"Yes."
"If he wants to find us, he will."
"If we're quiet, he won't. He probably doesn't even know this part of the medical house exists." I lowered myself onto a box and scooted back against the door, "I didn't."
The King's voice echoed through the building in angry outburst.
Then a young cry pierced through my heart, "You must believe me, Sir! I do not know!"
The voice belonged to Ella. The high pitched sobbing, the weak cry of her voice, it could belong to no one else.
"Let her go! She doesn't know!"
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