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He reclined his seat and stretched out while she navigated the car out of the garage. She drove and he locked his fingers behind his head. When she glanced back, his eyes were closed.
“Don’t go to sleep,” she said, prodding his thigh with a sharp fingernail next to where the g*n rested. “It’s dark and I might get lost.”
They used the main gate so rarely that it was a possibility. But she’d spent time walking around, exploring, and was familiar with most of the footpaths in daylight. At night, the environment became much more daunting, and the landmarks were hidden by black shadows and shrouding foliage making them difficult to distinguish. The grounds were vast, driving in them was like driving in the countryside, yet they were on the threshold of the city. Living her
