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Camila

“This is ridiculous,” I scoff. “Mila, you can’t go along with this!”

Ignoring me, the black-haired woman speaks in a hurried, authoritative voice to the young man in the hall. “Asher wants her locked in here. That means she doesn’t leave until he says so. Understood?”

“Mila!” I argue.

The guy glances at me nervously.

“I said, do you understand, Jeremy?” Mila asks hotly.

“Yeah, I got it,” he insists, lifting his hands to calm her. “I’ll stay right here. She won’t go anywhere.”

Squaring off with the pair of them, I hold up the prayer beads accusingly. “Did you know he’s been listening to my conversations?”

With a bitter smile, Mila just shrugs. “Of course I did. Who do you think put those there in the first place?”

The fight sags out of my shoulders. Mila knew? This whole time? Just how little does Asher trust me?

“And don’t think about doing anything stupid, Camila Yannickevna,” Mila continues. “It’s more than just a microphone in those beads. There’s a GPS tracker as well. In c