Chapter 83 83

“Esme?”

I flinch at Artem’s voice.

His eyebrows rise at my reaction. “Something wrong?” he asks.

“No,” I say quickly. “Nothing.”

He keeps his eyes on me a moment longer before he pulls out of the motel and we start the drive out of the city.

We drive for about half an hour, mostly quiet. Anytim...

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