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“The bar,” he growls.
“The chain.”
“The bolt.”
“All unlocked.”
My throat closes.
“She didn’t lock it,” I whisper.
“No,” Atlas says, voice like breaking glass.“Shedid.”
And someone unlocked it.
The world tilts.
My hands go cold.
Someone is inside.
Someone who shouldn’t be.
Someone who watched her walk in and waited for the three of us to leave.
Someone who got past the locks.
No.
Not someone.
Him.
I feel it like a blade pressed to my spine.
Atlas reaches for the doorknob.
I grab his wrist.“Don’t.We don’t know what we’re walking—”
Then we hear it.
A sound from inside the apartment.
Not loud.
Not clear.
A shuffle.
A thud.
A muffled voice.
Wren’s voice.
My heart detonates.
Atlas’s breath breaks.
