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Camila

Roman hasn't stopped shaking. He’s been like this during the whole car ride. I have to half-drag and half-carry him into the large townhouse, all the way down a dark hall that Yannick shoved us through. As my mother and I huddle in the small backroom we've been stashed in, Roman continues to shake.

"I didn't want to do it. I didn't, I swear I didn't," he mutters. It's all he’s been able to say.

Brushing his hair from his forehead, I push him to my chest. "You're okay. I'm here."

He whimpers, mumbling into my shirt, as if he didn't hear me. I'm worried he's gone into shock. The reality of shooting Asher, nearly killing him—because I refuse to believe Asher is dead no matter what Yannick says—has broken his little mind.

I look up, seething with hatred at the sight of Yannick. He's pacing the room, occasionally checking his phone. He seems to be ignoring us. It's a small favor, but I'll take it.

"Chyort," he hisses, crushing his phone in his fist. He arches his arm like he plans t