Eighteen

It took Beck twenty minutes to leave since he refused to believe that Adara would be safe on her own. She couldn't blame him - he was probably right.

After assuring herself that Beck had left for good, Adara picked her phone up and clicked the redial button. Two short rings was all it took for Gabe to answer.

"Adri, love. How can I help you?"

Adara nearly hung up at just the sound of his voice. "I've made my decision."

"Oh?" He was surprised. That was genuine surprise in his tone.

"I'll come to you," she told him. "I need an address, and it might take a while, but I'll be on my way as soon as you tell me." As much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't go directly to a processing center. She needed the comfort that Gabe would offer before she was as good as dead.

"I'll text you, then," he said, his voice strong once again. "Remember, if you tell anyone about this... Maia is a dead woman walking."

"I understand."