Camilla I told Lucas everything that Elena managed to tell him in that short while and to my relief, he seemed to know where this Garden place was. "This is fucking suicide, Camilla." I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to tell him I thought it was too. He released my arm only to rake both hands through his hair, pacing two steps in the confined space before whipping back to face me. "Do you think you can just walk into that place and pull people out?" "Then help me," I said. "You know the operations. You know the weak points. If you're going to stop me, do it now, but if not. ." "Stop you?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Baby, I don't think anyone could stop you. That's the fucking problem." Silence stretched between us, thick with everything unsaid. "Why are you helping me, Lucas? You could walk away. You could tell your father everything, stay loyal. You're his son. Why risk this?" He went quiet and even when he stepped closer, I didn't retreat. It was like I w
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