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Chapter Seventy-Seven: Behind Closed Doors

Elijah Pov.

No matter how long we waited, he didn’t budge.

Seconds turned to minutes while I scrambled to figure out what I was supposed to do.

Normal people would just open the door, right? But I wasn’t supposed to be here. Shit, shit, shit…!

"Malika!" My father's voice boomed from the other side, and this time we both flinched. I could hear how hard his knuckles rapped against the shabby wood and I was consciously aware it could fall off any second. Horror images about how it had simply teetered off earlier flashed in my mind every time his hand touched the door. The mental image sucked, freezing my limbs in place. I tore my gaze from the window to Malika's face.

Somehow her shocked expression annoyed me.

"I thought this place was a secret," I accused, whispering as low as possible. Not being able to mind link with her sucked right now, but I could only hope he didn't hear me. He was still knocking away though, insistent.

"I didn't tell him where I lived," She mouthed, her
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