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The three companions were driven back to the Agency and led down to the sleeping quarters. They first stopped at Nena’s door and had her place her back against the entrance. Azazel stepped up beside her and both faced the men.
“I know what you’re both thinking right now: maybe if I get out I can save my friends,” Azazel mused as she lifted a tuft of Nena’s long hair. Jack narrowed his eyes as he watched her toss the strands in the air. She smiled as the light glistened off each thread. “Such a pretty head. It would be a shame if she was to lose it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack questioned her.
Azazel let the strands fall from her fingers. “I just wanted you to know that if either of you were to escape, Nena will be the first one executed for your disobeying house arre
