Eric's POV I grabbed my jacket, throwing it over my shoulders as I headed for the door.“Where are you going?” Zara’s voice caught me mid-step.I didn’t stop moving. I struggled to put on my shoes, trying to wear one while hopping on one foot.“Marcus found something,” I muttered.She sat up, narrowing her eyes at the clock. “Eric, it’s past two in the morning.”“I know,” I said, finally getting my foot in. I grabbed the other shoe, put it on with a grunt. “That’s why I need to go. If he’s calling me at this hour, it’s not something that can wait.”Zara pushed the blanket off her legs and stood up slowly, arms crossed. “What exactly did he find?”“I don’t know,” I said impatiently. “He just said I needed to come see it myself.”She narrowed her eyes. “That’s not clear enough. What if it’s nothing important?”I shrugged, running a hand through my hair. “Then I’ll find out and come back. I’ll call you later.”Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, but before she could speak, the bed
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