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“We’re late,” Easton says, matching Mason’s stare, and I can feel the tension between them.

“Grace?” Mason asks without looking at me, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly at Easton.

“It’s fine, Mason,” I say, and he looks back at me.

I know Mason has no idea about the deal I made with Sebastian, and my throat feels thick.

Could this have something to do with our deal?

Sebastian said I wasn’t allowed to leave until he found the killer—

The phone call.

My stomach drops.

Surely Sebastian wouldn’t let me go without saying goodbye, not after the past few days.

Would he?

Unless he didn’t want to be there.

But my things are still in the penthouse. My journal. My camera.

No, he wouldn’t do that to you.

I swallow hard.

“Are you sure?” Mason asks.

Easton makes a sound of annoyance.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” I say, surprised at how steady my voice is when I feel like I’m falling apart inside.

Easton leads me to his car, and I can feel Mason’s eyes on us the whole time.

The engine roars to life, but I don’t pay attention to where Easton drives us, my head spinning.

I only look out the window when we come to a stop, and Easton shuts off the car.

A large warehouse sits nearby, and my heart starts to race.

“Where are we?”

“Out,” Easton says, ignoring my question.

I hesitate, but where else am I supposed to go?

Getting out of the car, I look around, but there’s only black nothingness. I could make a run for it. My ankle isn’t completely healed, but I could run if I needed to.

The only problem is, I have no doubt Easton would be on me in a second.

Easton grabs my arm, his grip hard, leading me towards the warehouse.

Oh, God.

What if they never planned to hold up their end of the deal?

Easton lets go of me when we reach the door. There’s a single dim light above it, and when Easton moves to open the door, I catch the sight of a gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, part of his t-shirt caught so it’s not fully covered.

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