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“I really don’t want to go.” I pouted, refusing to let go of Christian. We were one month further—and just like promised, I would go to a safe house.

Christian had a guilty look on his face, and let go of me before he took a step back. “It’s just for a while, Serena.” Emilio jumped in.

“It looks like a shoebox, there’s not even a window,” I complained