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Chapter 26
Dailey froze in fear for just a second as Drake descended the staircase, tutting and shaking his head. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Aaron cower, huddling himself back against the wall. He was muttering to himself, but Dailey couldn't make out the words.
Toni did the opposite, taking a rigid and inexperienced looking fight stance with the axe poised in shaky hands. She held the thing with her hands a few inches apart and cocked it to the side as if it were a samurai sword.
The chains slipped from Dailey's wrists as she stood, noisily forming a pile at her feet.
"Drake," she said in the most calming voice she could muster. "Nobody has been seriously hurt yet. We could all just walk away and pretend like this never happened."
She saw the look Toni flashed her. A look that asked, 'We can?'
Dailey did her best to communicate with the girl non-verbally, staring in
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