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I didn’t see or hear Miles again. For all I knew, he slipped out as quietly as he had come. I wouldn’t have known he was here if I hadn’t stumbled upon them, and I felt a chill thinking he might have been here before; he must have been here before without my knowledge. If I had my wits about me earlier, I would have stayed and listened, see if Miles had any plans for me or if Alpha Raymond agreed to anything regarding my welfare. But I knew no matter how many times I wished I could go back to the moment I ran, nothing would have changed. I wouldn’t have been able to focus with that ripping shock and betrayal that sliced me in half. This would be risky—h.ell, everything I had been doing was risky—but it gave me new determination and a new purpose. If this new plan didn’t work out, I co