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The guys finally tipped the shelf, and it fell over the opening, sealing us in the small room. They raced to the tunnel, disappeared into it.
And I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
“Mirella?” Kane called. “What happened?”
I shook my head, sending the imagine etched in my mind away. “Nothing. Let’s go.”
I followed him into the tunnel, and while we ducked our heads in the winding, dark tunnel, my mind raced. It couldn’t be. I had imagined Trina beside Damara. They were too far away, and with all the rock dust from the crumbling place, I couldn’t identify the second person. She had looked like Trina. That had to be it.
But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. I knew the woman standing beside Damara was Trina. I knew now what she was hiding, who she had been communicating with.
And I felt so stupid
