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doesn’t sound quite so sure.
    “I should be out there,” I tell him. “I can’t believe Tristan locked me in here. I’m trained. I could do… something.”
    “They’re after you,” Damon says, in a calm voice. “You and me. We have to stay down here.”
    “Exactly. They’re after me, Damon. Why should I let other people fight my battle?”
    “Sometimes you just have to let other people protect you,” he says. “Trust me, if I could be, I’d be out there fighting for you too.”
    Suddenly, I am thankful he can’t be out there. It’s bad enough having Tristan fight for me. But to imagine Damon… it’s too much.
    “I really like you,” I tell him, just in case I don’t get another chance. That explosion was close. This could very well be my last chance to ever speak to Damon. So I may as well lay all my feelings out on the table.
    “I really like you too,” he says.
    Even though he’s still holding me and I can’t see his face, I can hear that he’s smiling.
    “We have to move,” one of Damon’s bodyguards tells us.
    He opens up a trunk in the corner of the small room that I didn’t noticed before. He grabs a brown wig, a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses and passes them to me.
    “Put that on,” he says. “Quickly.”
    I pull my own blonde hair up, putting the wig over the top of it. I slip on the sunglasses and hat.
    We start running down the tunnels.
    “What about Damon? Why isn’t he wearing a disguise?” I ask.
    “We’re following Tristan’s orders,” the bodyguard replies, as we run. “Apparently, ma’am, you’re the one in danger.”
    “Me?” I ask, pushing down the panic.
    Kazimir must be back.
    “Yes. Tristan spotted Mikhail Vasin on campus,” he says, holding up his lit up phone. “Tristan wants to know if you can fake an American accent.”
    “No,” I answer. “But I can do a British one. This one time, Eduard and I pretended to be from London for a whole week and nobody ever knew. We made up fake aliases and everything. It was so much fun.”
    “Did your dad know?” he asks.
    “No. My dad was working.”
    “Perfect. If we happen to run into your father or Kazimir at any point, you are a British exchange student,” the bodyguard says.
    “Okay,” I say, going along with the plan. Even if it is mad. “Is this the best plan that Tristan could come up with? I mean, seriously, I think my own father will know that it’s me.”
    “Let’s hope he doesn’t get close enough to figure out it’s you. We didn’t exactly have a lot of time,” West says, as we come up to a door. Light pours in the window. “Out this door is a parking lot. There is a car waiting for us. We get in and leave campus.”
    Ugh.
    I wish Tristan were here.
    I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.
    Damon, who is standing beside me while one of his bodyguards checks outside, grabs my hand. It’s a small gesture, but it’s exactly what I needed in this moment.
    “I think I’m falling in like with you,” I tell him.
    “In like?” he asks, clearly confused.
    “As in, I like you way too much,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
    “I might more than like you, but I’m pretty sure you told me I’m not allowed to say that until I prove it.”
    “We haven’t even gone on a first date yet. Or kissed yet. I’m pretty sure you can’t declare something like that until we’re practically engaged.”
    “Engaged?” he smiles way too big.
    “No engagement talking until after our, like, seventh date,” I say.
    West, Damon’s bodyguard, rolls his eyes. “You guys are too young to be talking about getting engaged.”
    “I’ll be seventeen in two months. Meaning I’m only a year and two months away from being old enough,” I say.
    “Eighteen is still too young,” he says.
    “Maybe in America. But I’m from Russia,” I say.
    The door opens. “Come on,” the other bodyguard says.
    The three of us join him outside. The car is already running. I get in the back seat and slide