“I—I just don’t want to be the one who gets left behind.” Camille confessed, and Harry’s heart broke. He should have been more specific—more understanding. Sometimes he just got so wrapped up in his plans that he forgot other people weren’t in his head. He should have been clearer.
“No, no of course not. We all get out of here or none of us do. This isn’t about where we came from anymore. This is about the fact that we’ve all been mistreated, all been abused here. And we will get out—come hell or high water. We will find out what happened to our families, and we will find a way to make sure this will never happen to anyone else again.” Harry pulled Camille into his arms and felt her rest against his chest. “No one is getting left behind. Especially not you.”
“Especially not me?” Camille sighed against him.
“Especially not you,” Harry repeated, “No matter what.”
“It’s really good to hear you say that.” He could practically feel the relief coming off her. Perhaps they were more alike than he thought.
“You know what, it’s really good to get to say it.”