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Raisa is right—it’smylife. I get to choose how I want to live it—and who I want to be with.

“Dinner’s ready.” I hear someone calling from downstairs, but I’m too angry to go down and eat with them.

After a while they shout again, and I ignore it again.

Raisa sticks her head around my door. “Hey, are you coming down to eat?” she asks, scrunching her nose.

“No, I can’t even look at them,” I huff.

“What happened?” she asks, coming into my room.

“I told them how I feel and asked them to make peace with Avraam. They didn’t even hear me out—Rigor just made me sound crazy and Roda agreed with him. They will never let me see him.”

“Hey, Ruslana, breathe. Calm down. I told you—it’s your life.”

"Yes, but the only way I can go and speak to Avraam is if I sneak out of here,” I sigh, feeling hopeless.

“Alright then—after dinner I will help you sneak out. It’s that easy.”

“Are you serious?” I ask in shock.

“Of course, I’m serious. No one should stop you from being with someone you love, honey. Just promise me that you’ll be safe, and you’ll be back before they know you’re gone.”

“Alright, after dinner, when they think I’ve gone to bed,” I nod, putting a plan together in my head.

Raisa goes out of her way to help me. She even books a taxi and has them waiting around the corner for me. She truly does understand, and I don’t know if I can ever thank her enough.

Everyone is in their own rooms when I get out and run down the road to the taxi. My heart beats wildly when I climb inside and he takes the address from me.

I’m going to see Avraam. It’s been weeks and I can’t believe this is happening.

I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face.

Chapter 27 - Avraam

Day after day I can’t think about anything but her.

I pace around the mansion, miserable, alone and riddled with guilt.

I have no right to miss her. I failed her horribly.

She was here, in my home, and I didn’t manage to protect her from the enemy which I introduced her too. If it wasn’t for me, Royce wouldn’t even have known about her.

If it wasn’t for me, he would never have gotten his hands on her.

I fucked up so badly and I don’t deserve to miss her.

She’s better off without me—that’s for sure.

I touch my side where the bullet went through me. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m healing well. But I feel like shit.

Nothing is helping. I try to distract myself with books, with work, with anything at all—but she’s on my mind and haunting every moment of every day and every dream at night.

It’s so bad that I’m at the point where I don’t know how I am going to carry on living a normal life without her.

Maybe I should just get on that yacht and leave.

If I get away from this house I can get away from everything that reminds me of her.

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