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together
for comfort and warmth, but I still can’t stop my shudders. I think
they are borne not of the low temperature but a deep-seated terror
within me that I have yet to fully acknowledge. My subconscious is
keeping it contained like a Pandora box of secrets too awful to
contemplate.
    It’s the only way I know how to survive
this.
    “Gina, we’re with you. It’s gonna be OK,”
Max tries to soothe me.
    He massages one right wrist while Greg takes
my left hand and clasps it. Both boys are worried as hell about
me.
    “Are you so sure?” I whimper.
    “Yes. The terms of this slave contract spell
out clearly that we cannot be injured or disabled permanently in
any way. Not a single blemish must be left on our skins when we
leave Ursk.”
    “It’s true,” Greg avows, his eyes
hooded.
    I don’t believe either of them.
    “B-but what about the accidents?” I say.
    “What accidents?” Max says.
    “You know . . . the accidents . . . like
slaves not coming back and the cover-up and money exchanges that
take place . . . ” I falter. It seems a lifetime ago since I heard
that. And from whom I don’t even remember. Probably from one of the
two here.
    “Gina.” Max grasps my arm firmly. “It’s not
gonna happen to you, OK?”
    “We won’t let it. We would die before we’d
let anything happen to you,” Greg adds.
    His eyes are shining with such fervent
honesty that I almost believe him. Oh Greg. If I hadn’t met Max
first, I would have fallen for you. And why do you have to be
Alice’s fiancé? Is she even worried about you?
    I picture Alice, snug on her father’s lap in
his study. I don’t think she’s even thinking about the three of us
– that self-consumed, selfish brat. Oh, how I would like to tear
her eyes out.
    But you know, I wouldn’t trade places with
her for all the money in the world. There’s no way I will leave
either of the boys alone here. I’d never forgive myself either if
something happens to either of them.
    Max leans over and kisses my wet cheek.
    “I love you, OK? Always remember that,” he
murmurs into my ear.
    This is not lost on Greg. A wistfulness
takes over his soft brown eyes, but it’s only there for an
instance. Then it dissipates as he masks his features.
    Oh Greg.
    “I love you too,” I say to Max. I clasp
Greg’s hand in return. “I love you, Greg. I love you as a
friend.”
    I said that last so as not to incur Max’s
jealousy.
    There has always been a tenuous connection
between the two boys, like strangulation wire. It’s still there,
but I can tell that they are keeping mum about it because of me. I
have become a common bond for them. They have set aside whatever
differences they’ve had because of me.
    For that I’m very grateful and I love the
two of them more because of it. But I know that in this terrible
trial that we are put into, it will flare again.
    But not right now, I hope, because I have to
use the bathroom.
    Are we allowed bathroom privileges?
    Max shakes his head ruefully. “This is not
my home anymore, so your guess is as good as mine. The only way
we’ll know for sure is to ask.”
    The thought of asking the dictator if I can
go pee sends my spirits cascading down faster than a paralyzed
bird’s plummet.
    “Maybe I’ll just hold it in.”
    “Are you kidding? We’re not even two hours
into our journey.” Max raises himself from his haunches. He bangs
on the flimsy door and says in a loud voice, “Excuse me? Excuse
me!”
    “Ssssh!” I hiss in panic. “Not so loud, Max,
you’ll rouse him.”
    We know who I’m talking about, of
course.
    “I’m not trying to wake him up, if he’s
asleep in the first place. I’m just trying to get one of the
guards.”
    I have no idea what time zone we’re flying
over, being completely disorientated as I am. But it never hurts to
be cautious. There are no windows in our compartment, only an
overhead lamp.
    My stomach flips as I hear the pad of
footsteps outside our door. Oh shit, he heard us! Now