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39. Phoebe

The split second Sawyer, he relaxed his hold, felt like a freefall. He gave me the go-ahead, but the fear Sawyer would never be able to see past the mistakes I’ve made was briefly terrifying.

My heart raced, meaning I knocked on the door way too hard. Wilf, the grizzled guard, scowled miserably at re-opening. “Cloak each, now,” he snapped.

I ran to the cupboard and grabbed two dark navy blue raiding hoods. Heavy fabric, made for winter, I almost fell over them running back. Sawyer had tried to talk but had his question dismissed.

"I don’t have time for this shit. Just follow me. Or get murdered in a few hours in this fight. Whatever you want.”

We followed. Back into the throne room. The sound of guards chattering outside the same doors Sawyer burst through was dangerously loud. I hugged the navy cloak to my chest a few paces behind, my adrenalin racing too fast to form words.

We pass the silver and gold monstrous throne. The same bit of furniture Heath had silently draped
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Alle
haha their merry hostage lol
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A. D. R.
I don’t know why, but I really like the old man guard and the old man in the back of the truck!
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Denina Armstrong
Yes prison break and a life of forever … fingers crossed ...
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