The more I struggled against the ropes, the more it hurt. But I couldn’t just sit here doing nothing. I twisted my wrists, wincing as the ropes rubbed against my raw skin. “Don’t you know some secret Israeli escape technique?” I whispered. “No,” she whispered back. “I don’t think that’s a thing.” “Damn. Inda, I have a confession.” She raised her eyebrows. “You want to confess something to me?” I nodded. “Okay, what?” “Sometimes I talk Nicholas into secretly making me food that’s not in your meal plan,” I said. “Especially key lime tarts. And then I lie to you about it when you ask me if I’m
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