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The arms of dispair

Hera's POV

It was an awfully long journey. What made it even more awful was the fact that I was stressed out, hyperactive and I had no idea where I was going.

Well, I did in a way but it was merely from descriptions. I first heard about the safe house from Isla. I had no idea how she'd heard about it or become a member there but she had mentioned it on one of those nights when depression came like a summer's rain.

"If I ever needed to disappear for a while, go off the grid, somewhere even the cops wouldn't be able to find me, I'd go to The Safe house."

I was more than a little drunk but not so much that I couldn't understand what she was saying and carry on the conversation.

"What's The Safe house? Does such a place really exist?" I asked her, dreamily.

"Yes it does. If I ever get a big break and land myself some millions or even thousands of pounds, something enough to settle me and keep me out of this business, it would be nice. And I don't care how I get the money. I
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