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Chapter 10: The Things That Follow Us Upstairs

ผู้เขียน: Danielle Lea
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Ava should have been looking at the stairs.

Watching her step.

Listening for more creaks, more movement, more signs that someone — or something — was still up there.

But she wasn’t.

She was staring at Jace’s hand gripping hers.

Not gently.

Not casually.

Like he was holding something he couldn’t afford to drop.

Her pulse hammered with every step he pulled her up.

“Jace,” she whispered, breath catching, “you’re going too fast.”

He didn’t slow.

He didn’t look back.

He didn’t breathe.

When they reached the top of the stairs, he finally let go of her hand — suddenly, like touching her had become dangerous.

Or like letting go was worse.

Ava steadied herself against the railing.

His eyes were blown wide, dark and intense, scanning every shadow.

“What did you hear?” she asked quietly.

Jace didn’t answer at first. His throat worked, like he was trying to swallow something heavy.

“A door,” he finally said. “My door.”

The hall stretched out in front of them, lined with closed doors and dim light
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  • Sharing A Roof With Trouble   Chapter 10: The Things That Follow Us Upstairs

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