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“Cleared?” I ask Zeke as he stops in front of a door, and he nods and steps aside opening the door for us. I push Sloane inside one of the rooms and slam her against the door.

The room is dark except for light flickering through outside.

“What are you doing?”

“I just need to talk to you and I can’t do that outside, not with your parents around.”

“I don’t owe you a damn thing, Hayes,” she spits, he