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“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” she mutters, folding her arms.

I arch a brow. “Really? What if the person overpowered you? Worst, what if someone had a weapon? Then what, Sloane?”

She shrugs, her tone flippant “Good thing you’re not a real burglar. And you don’t have a weapon either.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to rein in my frustration. “What you did was stupid, Sloane. It could’ve gotte