Chapter 6 - The Safe House
The FBI relocated us to a safe house in the mountains before the sun even set.
It was a heavily fortified cabin surrounded by dense pine trees and armed federal agents.
Arthur was resting in one of the bedrooms, exhausted from the trauma and the painkillers.
I sat on the front porch with Elena, staring out into the pitch-black wilderness.
"Did you ever suspect that you were adopted?" I asked her, breaking the tense silence.
Elena shook her head, pulling a thick woolen blanket tighter around her shoulders.
"Viktor raised me like a princess," she admitted, staring down at her perfectly manicured hands.
"I had private tutors, expensive horses, and a life of absolute luxury in Geneva."
"But he was always incredibly possessive, controlling every person I spoke to and everywhere I went."
She looked over at me, her green eyes reflecting the pale moonlight.
"When I found out about my blood type during a routine medical exam, I started asking questions."
"That's when the princess treatment ended, and the threats began."
I felt a surge of profound anger toward the man who had stolen my sister's freedom.
"We are going to put him away, just like we put Margaret away," I promised her fiercely.
Elena smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Viktor isn't Margaret, Clara," she warned me in a deadly serious tone.
"Margaret was a greedy con artist looking for an easy retirement fund."
"Viktor is a monster who owns the people who are supposed to lock him up."
Suddenly, my cell phone, which the FBI had supposedly encrypted, rang loudly in my pocket.
I pulled it out and stared at the screen, my blood running completely cold.
The caller ID simply read: "ANDREW."
I looked at Elena, horrified, and then swiped to answer the call on speakerphone.
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"Hello, Clara," Andrew's arrogant, venomous voice slithered out of the speaker.
"I hope you're enjoying your little camping trip."
