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The sound of the caravan moving woke me. He was still asleep next to me, his breathing even, and, as I slid out of the bed quietly, I honestly thought about using one of his many weapons to kill him. All I could do was hope that I’d woken up in time to stop Juliet from taking me through one of the doors, because I never planned on leaving my entire life behind for a fling. Maybe he honestly believed he was in love with me, but I didn’t love him and I didn’t think I ever would, especially not if he’d done what I thought he had. It would have taken too much time to gather my clothes, which were scattered around the bedroom, so I stole a rug from the end of the bed to use as a makeshift dress.
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