Mila rushed to Faith and helped her up, her hands trembling. "I'm so sorry," she said immediately. "This happened because of me."
Faith tightened her grip on Mila's hands and shook her head. "Don't say that. This is on me. I was overconfident. I thought I wasn't seen, but I was wrong."
A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. "My mistake got me caught. So don't take the blame."
Mila's eyes burned. She quickly blinked her tears away and glanced around.
The hall was empty. Dominic had already left, giving them a brief moment.
"You need to go," Mila urged quickly. "These people are dangerous. If they change their minds, they won't allow you to leave."
"But what about you?" Faith asked, worry clouding her eyes. "That guy won't go easy on you. And that woman—she clearly hates you. How are you going to survive here?"
Mila forced a faint smile.
"Don't worry about me. I'll manage."
Faith didn't look convinced. "Mila, I feel so bad for you," she whispered. "I wish I could help you."
