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I’m trapped in indecision, ready to run, but prepared to fight. I can’t go down without Jacob. If this is the end of my freedom, then I need him to be right here with me.
I chance another glance at Hunter and find him striding toward me, shoulders back, chin high. He looks ready for battle, and that’s exactly what I need. I want him to know how petrified I am. That I need him. That I’m ready for him to save me, today and from now on.
He slows as he approaches, his face set in stone, but when he reaches my side, he bends down and scoops something off the ground. “Excuse me, ma’am, I think you dropped something.”
I frown as he straightens. There’s no familiarity in the way he speaks to me. Surely, he can’t still be holding a grudge from our earlier conversation.
He reaches out a closed hand, and instinctively I offer him my palm.
He places the clicker to his car in my hand and clasps his fingers over mine as he whispers, “Pretend you don’t know me and get out of here. I’ll find you later.”
All I can do is blink, my heart hammering, my mind racing.
“Go.” His touch falls and he walks away, toward the Samaritan.
I stand in stu
He keeps walking straight toward those men, and I can’t look away. Not when he stops beside them. Not when he inclines his head in greeting.
And definitely not when one of them addresses him by name.