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Adrial
“Ena!” a voice shouted. “Ena Bairn!”
“You’ve got to hide.” Ena grabbed Adrial’s arm, nearly yanking him off his feet as she ran toward the pile of crates.
“Who is that?”
Ena pulled a crate aside, opening up a hollowed out part of the pile larger than he would have thought possible.
“Get in,” Ena whispered.
“Ena, if you’re pretending not to be home, I’ll just wait here till you’ve wizened up!” The voice carried through the wood of the building.
“If you value my life or yours, you will crawl into that dark hole and not make a peep, no matter what happens.” Ena shoved Adrial toward the hole.
“Ena, if someone’s here to hurt you, I can’t just hide.” Adrial grabbed her wrists to stop her pushing. “I won’t.”
“If you stay quiet, I promise we’ll both make it out of this alive. I
