Marcus had been hiding for three weeks. Three weeks of looking over our shoulders every time we walked down the street. Three weeks of jumping at every shadow that moved in the corner of our eyes. Three weeks of Lily asking why she couldn't play in the front yard anymore, why there were always guards at the door, why Mommy and Daddy looked so tired all the time. We couldn't live like this. Victor was in prison, but he had won anyway. He had taken our peace. He had turned our home into a cage. So Damian came up with a plan. "We use me as bait," he said. We were sitting in the living room. Julian, me, Damian, and Chloe. The television was off. The curtains were drawn. The house felt like a fortress, but fortresses can be breached. Every wall can be climbed. Every lock can be picked. "Absolutely not," Chloe said. Her voice was sharp. Final. "Chloe—" "No." She stood up. Her hands were shaking. "I just found you. I spent thirty-two years looking for someone like you. I'm not losi
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