JULIAN’S POV

I could barely sleep.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Markavius had done his part, we were preparing the lookalike that would take Elena’s place in the transport vehicle scheduled to leave the mansion. Markavius had told Avery that we would come up with an elaborate act of arguing with her and then making her leave. But the truth was, we were using the opportunity to take her to a safe house.

That was the story we were selling.

If Avery saw that Markavius was telling ...