Alina's POV
I was out of bed and at the door in seconds, fumbling with the lock. When it finally opened, Chloe stood there in clothes I didn't recognize-too big for her, borrowed maybe-looking pale and exhausted but alive. Blessedly, wonderfully alive.
"Oh my God." I pulled her into a hug so tight she squeaked. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you? I
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