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Chloe
“Slava? Slava, where are you?” I grope around me in the darkness, my heart pounding sickeningly fast as I stuff the gun into my bodice. “Alina, Lyudmila, you there? Where is he? I can’t find Slava.”
“He was right next to you.” Alina’s tone is as tense as mine. “Slava! Slavochka, ti gdye?”
No reply.
I whirl around, arms outstretched. “Slava! This isn’t a game. We’re not playing hide-and-seek. Lyudmila, do you see him?”
“No.” She sounds equally worried. “Maybe he hurt. I search now for light.”
Right. There have to be some flashlights around here. I squeeze my eyes shut, then open them, trying to get my vision to adjust to the darkness—and to my surprise, it works.
It’s not pitch-black around me now. In fact, there’s faint light coming from the other side of the room.
The si
