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“Can you drop the knife?” Alessia asked, tilting her hands in the air.

“No!” Janice grunted. “What do you want from me? I am not Sandro and…”

“I know,” Alessia mumbled. “I am not here to attack you.”

“Then what do you want?!”

“I need your help,” Alessia mumbled, then staggered forward.

Janice furrowed her brows and caught her midway before she fell to the ground.

“Alessia!” She shook her as her eyes flustered. “What’s going on?!”

“Help me!” Alessia gasped, clutching her side.

Janice followed the movement and let out a gasp. A large gash was at the side of her belly. How had she not noticed this? She guessed it was because of her safety, and she was afraid for herself.

Glancing around to see if anyone was approaching, Janice hoisted Alessia on her shoulder as she saw no one. She darted across the road and arrived at a secluded area. She stepped into a small building after sniffing the air and dropped Alessia on the floor.

Tearing at the light material she donned, she pressed it on the injury to stop it from bleeding further.

“What’s happening? Who did this?”

Alessia eyes fluttered close. Her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out of it. She stared at Janice, and somehow she looked hazy.

“Come on; you need to tell who attacked you. What do I need to do? I don’t even have the address to your residence!”

Of course, Janice knew all about the Rosette empire, but she hadn’t for once gone there. Her father never allowed her and Annalise to go out and, worse, associate with other kids. She was a loner with only Annalise to play with until her escape.

Not even under the roof of Sandro, where she had more freedom, had she once gone there. And the tattoos she had drawn, even though she had made hers secretly temporary, would draw more attention to her and could get her killed instantly.

“I need to call your home…”

“Don’t,” Alessia mumbled. “Take me to your home.”

That wasn’t an option for Janice either. Her father wanted the Rose, and getting Alessia was the easiest way to get what he wanted.

Yes, she had vowed to help him; she had done her part, she presumed. And handing Allesia to him was like making the whole world unfit.

“You need to tell me the reason before I help you.”

“My father wants me dead,” Alessia said, closing her eyes.

Janice stared at her for a long time before realising she was unconscious. She never knew this part of Alessia and had always seen her as a sheltered princess that could get whatever she wanted at the snap of her fingers.

But now, seeing her this helpless could only mean they had the same parent issues. Their fathers wouldn’t mind using them to get their bidding.

She hoisted Alessia again and walked towards the direction of home.

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“Bitch!”

Janice bit her lower lip as her father pounded on her door repeatedly. But she made no move to open up for him. Also, she knew he could boot the door and let himself in; however, he didn’t do it.

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Janice heaved a breath as she heard his retreating footsteps.

She slid to the floor and clasped her hands over her face while her body trembled.

“Are you okay?”

Her head lifted, and she stared at Alessia. She nodded and flashed her a wide smile.

Although Alessia could see the pain hidden behind the smile, she said nothing.

Janice stood to her feet and walked to the wardrobe. She flung it open and yanked several pieces of clothing on the group.

“What are you doing?” Alessia asked, sitting up straight.

“My father is a brilliant man. He is a Werewolf. An Alpha and a gangster. He has a great sense of smell, and I am certain his nose led him here. He let me go, but he won’t if he comes back again. And you might get in trouble with me.”

“Are you trying to discard me? I told you I am on the run and..”

Janice shook her head. “We are running away before he comes back.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

Janice nodded. “I know that, but we have no other options. Do you have anyone better? Perhaps, we can use your suggestion.”

Alessia shook her head. “I don’t know anywhere around here. It’s the reason they have advantages over me. Also, the reason my father was eager to kill me.”

Janice creased her brows. She stopped what she was doing and turned to Alessia. She had wanted to ask Alessia why she was on the run before her father arrived.

“Well, my father is a selfish man. I thought he loved me. Apparently, he was keeping me for something else.”

Alessia overhead all the discussion the day she went back home. Although she was weak, she heard everything that was said and pretended to be asleep.

She was a tool. He was waiting to kill her and use her as he deemed. However, he hadn’t gotten the missing part of the puzzle.

“That’s awful. And how did you escape the De Luca household? Aside from Arabella, which I believe someone aided her, It is hard to leave Sandro’s clutch.”

Alessia shrugged and winced. “I found myself in the woods. And I used the opportunity to flee, and I don’t think Sandro would mind as he was planning on killing me already.”

“You are the Rose. Sandro wouldn’t do anything to harm you until he got what he wanted.”

Alessia shook her head. “Unfortunately, I am not. My missing twin is Rose. It was written in a picture of her in the cellar.”

Aside from that, her father said the same. It was confirmed, but Alessia guessed Arabella was never available, and he had been waiting for the opportunity to get to her.

“You are related?” Janice asked.

“We are,” Alessia said. “I wish I could meet her. I have a lot of things to say and do.”

“I wouldn’t say the same for myself.” Janice grimaced. She wasn’t still happy about Arabella. She had made Blaze reject her, even in her absence. The idiot had been hung up on her.

Janice turned to Alessia and flashed her a smile. “Good thing we have the same wish to run off. Where do you have in mind? The Bahamas? Hawaii? Iceland…”

“Actually,” Alessia mumbled. She plucked out the paper in the hoodie she donned and stared at what she had scribbled before running away from home.

“I’ll like to visit Acostan.”

Janice frowned. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Someone wants me there.” Alessia said.

The old pack house was in Acostan. But then, the reason for Alessia wanting to go there, she didn’t know.

Janice shrugged after a while. “I’ve wanted to visit. Now that makes us two!”

“That’s good to know.” Alessia giggled and watched as Janice went on packing.

She squeezed the paper back into her pocket, and somehow, she felt a tingling sensation in her hand. She didn’t know why it was happening, but she knew something awful was coming.