Prologue

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The last time they were together, it was late evening and they were being followed.

"It's happening again," Kate said, and immediately regretted it. Matthew didn't reply, only squeezed her hand a little tighter, following behind where she led him. She knew what it meant. They were going to die.

They ran. Kate tried to be quiet, but her breath sounded dangerously loud in the silence and as heavy as her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Matthew pressed a palm against the small of her back, urging her on.

She could hear footsteps behind them, growing faster and faster, gaining on them.
They turned a corner and ducked into a room. Matthew locked the door behind them with trembling fingers.

They stared at each other, listening for the sound of their pursuers. For a moment there was silence. They had a few minutes, but that was all. They were going to be found; it was just a matter of whether they could finish their task first.

"Next time, we're moving somewhere hot and quiet before any of this happens," she declared resolutely.

"I like Spain," Matthew agreed and pulled her into one last, slightly desperate kiss.


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