Noelle looked up from the mountain of files, the picture of despair. "Macie, head to the diner and I'll catch up soon."I let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, but make it quick."I had barely left the research institute when a hand clamped down on my arm. I spun around to find a man's face, sharp and weary, inches from mine.The guy looked like he had pulled an all-nighter, complete with dark circles and a scruffy beard. He was a mess.His bloodshot eyes locked onto mine, and I jerked back, my heart racing. However, he was not letting go.I tsked and fished out some cash, shoving it into his hand. "This is all I've got on me, enough?"His mouth set in a hard line, and then it hit him—I had mistaken him for a beggar."I don't need your money."My patience was hanging by a thread when I asked, a bit snappily, "Why are you holding onto me? Do we even know each other?"He gazed at me, his voice suddenly desperate and shaky, "We do know each other, very well in fact. I'm Ashton, your hu
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