“Things are going to get messy if you come with us,” Keira warns. “And I have no idea what’s going to happen.”
“I know.”
“But I want you with me, Cass.” She squeezes my hand, looking me right in the eyes. “For whatever comes next.”
“I’ll come with you,” I tell her, more sure of that than I am of anything else. “Of course I’ll come with you.” Everything will be okay as long as I have Keira—it’s the only truth I know.
Giving my hand another squeeze, Keira pulls out a set of old golden keys, fidgeting with them until she finds the right one for my cell. She wrenches back the bars with a grunt and offers me a burnt, blood-soaked hand. “You ready?”
I take the hand, smiling determinedly, and let her lead me back out into the storm.
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