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Chapter 41.
I don't speak.
I don't say a word even though I know perfectly well who it is. How did he manage to find me? It's completely dark and he could've mistaken me for someone else.
Being trapped in a closed up space with someone you've been hell bent on avoiding has to be one of the awkwardest things ever.
"You scared me." I manage to say.
"You're handling it well."
"I was this close to screaming your ears out."
"Remind me to gag you next time." He moves backwards so that our breaths are no longer mingling. "Could we please address the elephant in the room?"
I play dumb. "What elephant? I don't see any elephant."
"You've been sneaking through the walls of the hotel, hiding from God knows what."
"I just figured things would no longer be the same after finding out your brother's in prison because of me." A sigh leaves my mouth and I rest the back of my head on the wall. "It's okay to be mad a
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