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Jace jogged up to my side door, checked behind him to ensure nobody had followed him, then slipped into the house. He followed me down the stairs and into the main room with all my monitors.
“Hi!” Ana said to him, waving her small hand.
“Hey,” he said, looking around. “This is your place, Kai?”
“Don’t touch anything,” I said, dead-bolting the basement door behind him.
I led him into the back room, where we had our weapons stash. He stepped into the room and widened his eyes even further, taking in all the weapons, like Imani had only a few short weeks ago.
“Which one you want?” João asked, leaning against the doorframe to block Ana from seeing inside the room and gesturing to the guns.
Jace pulled a gun out of his waistband. “I have this.”
I didn’t know where the fuck he had gotten it from—maybe his father—but I took it from him so he wasn’t aimlessly pointing it at me, then whistled. I looked it up and down. “This is pretty nice, but”—I drew my fingers down the barrel and tossed it down—“it’s broken. Won’t shoot cleanly or accurately. Pick something else out. There are tons of them here.”
Staring around the room, Jace studied each gun carefully. I didn’t even think he knew what he was looking at, but he surely took his time choosing the right weapon for himself. After glancing around at a couple more, he walked over to one and brushed his fingers against it. “How about this one?”
I looked over my shoulder and tensed. “Anything, except that one. That one was my—” I paused and looked down for a moment. Jace didn’t know that Allie and I were half-siblings, and I wanted to keep it that way. “That one was Allie’s father’s from when he was in the military. You’re going to want something lighter and newer.”
“Why do you have his gun?” he asked.
“His business is his business,” João said, nodding to the other guns. “Pick a gun and get out of here. We have shit that we need to figure out and to plan for Nicole’s father. We can’t spend all day holding your fucking hand as you pick your poison.”
After sighing through his nose, Jace picked up a handgun. “How about this one?”
“That’s fine.” I tossed him some ammo and nodded to another room. “Practice in there and don’t come back out until you hit the center of the target. You’ll get one, maybe two shots in real life before your father reacts. You can’t miss.”
