Page 80 of Mile High Daddy

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This is bad.

This is so, so bad.

I have to run.

I have to?—

“I wouldn’t bother,” Mikhail continues, almost amused. “I don’t know where you are yet, but I will soon.”

Ice rushes through my veins.

Because he’s right.

I just pinged my location.

I just gave him a starting point.

The trap is already closing in.

“You made this easy for me,kiska,” he says, his tone almost gentle. “Now, be a good girl and stay put. We’ll see each other very soon.”

Then—

Click.

The line goes dead.

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LILA

Isit there, frozen, my pulse hammering so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.

Mikhail knows.

He doesn’t know where I am yet—but he will.

I just signed my own death warrant.

The phone slides from my fingers, hitting the couch with a soft thud.

I don’t have time to panic.

I need to move.

I scramble up, my breath coming too fast, too shallow. My vision blurs as adrenaline surges through me.

I don’t even know where to go—where I could possibly hide next. But one thing is certain: I can’t stay in Camden Hill.

I grab the small duffel bag from the closet, my fingers shaking as I shove clothes inside. My stomach twists violently, the babiesshifting uncomfortably inside me as if they know something is wrong.

I have to protect them.

I stuff in my money, my fake IDs, everything I can fit.

The plan I had—the one I had been waiting for—is gone.

This was supposed to be my last stretch of safety.

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