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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》// KOA campground // Clive​</div><br/>The echoes of her screams could probably be heard at Abendblume. That would give Hale the satisfaction of knowing that at least one of the troublesome women had or was soon to reach an unfortunate end. That monster didn’t care what happened to them. He had probably sent someone after them to take their lives, just as Rachel had accused. Hale was double-tongued and clever. There was no doubt in her mind that this man was one of the assassins hired by Hale himself.<br/><br/>Rachel flicked her eyes to the man’s hands. They were both empty, but that didn’t mean that this man wasn’t a decoy. There could be someone else in this very forest. Well, there had to be someone else in the forest. It wasn’t rational thinking to consider that this man could have recently fired shots down by the river and was now standing before her. Rachel wasn’t that gullible. This man had a partner.<br/><br/>The man explained himself. In response, Rachel took a slow step backwards to show her distrust.<br/><br/>Her heart continued to beat wildly in her chest. She stared at the man, her blue eyes locked on his silhouette like a deer hypnotized by headlights. There was something about his face, something familiar about the shape of his eyes and the curve of his face. It was difficult to pinpoint specific features now that the sun had gone down, but something in her gut raised a secondary alarm.<br/><br/>Rachel heard Rebel’s voice behind her and glanced over her shoulder as he joined their group. The man provided a simple instruction, but Rachel continued staring. The cogs in her mind were slow to move, like they were fighting against quicksand or maple syrup. Rachel was amazing with faces and just as skilled at remembering names, but this one was evading her. He wasn’t from Abendblume, but she had seen him there. Why had she seen him there?<br/><br/>“You’re…” she started, but paused her own statement in exchange for taking a brazen step forward.<br/><br/>The man’s bare arm was exposed. Rachel cupped his elbow in her left hand and slid the pads of her fingers over his arm until the soft skin dissolved into textured flesh. She trailed her fingers along the scar left behind from her neat stitches and glanced up at him. “Clive.”