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I lift my head to stare at his expression because, for some reason, it feels like he’s shed his mask. Katia and Ruslan’s silhouettes in front of my room put a halt to my curiosity. They rush toward us—or me, to be more specific. I hide my face in Kyle’s shirt so they don’t witness me like this. They will see me as weak, and weak people don’t survive in the Vory. “Rai feels a bit unwell. I will put her to bed,” Kyle offers on my behalf, and I’m so thankful for it, even if he’s the reason I’m like this in the first place. “Should we take her to the hospital?” Katia asks. “I’ll bring the car.” Ruslan starts to leave. “There’s no need.” Kyle motions at them. “You should go downstairs. She will call if she needs you.” They appear hesitant, but after a small nod from me, they comply and head to the stairs. He pushes the door to my room open, and I take a peek to make sure no one is inside. Sure enough, it’s empty. My bedroom is simple. There’s a queen-sized bed, a console, and two doors alig