The problem with sneaking out of the Romanovski house is that it's literally built to keep people like me in.
The other problem? Our guards are wolves... not in the figurative sense. No, these bastards have noses sharper than a bloodhound on steroids. And if even one of them so much as gets a whiff of our escape plan, it's over.
Which is why, when Anya drags me toward the abck exit, past the ever-watchful guards and the lingering smell of cigars, leather and our Batya's unshakable authority, I hiss under my breath, "We're gonna get caught."
Anya doesn't even slow down. "No, we're not. I've done this plenty of times."
Explains how Papa never caught her sneaking out.
"Yes, we are. And if Judas finds out_"
"Og my God, you're such a scaredy cat."
"He'd break both our legs and throw us i
