Alexander grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door."We don't have time for this," he said. "Whoever sent that message knows where you live. Knows where we are. Right now."I yanked my arm back. "And I'm supposed to trust you instead?""You're supposed to survive. You can hate me afterward."He was already out the door, coat forgotten, rain soaking through his white shirt. I could see the outline of his shoulders, the tension in his back, the way he kept scanning the hallway like he expected someone to jump out.I grabbed my keys.I followed.Because as much as I hated him — as much as I didn't trust him — he was right.Someone had planned this.And I was standing in the middle of it, three heartbeats deep, with no idea which way was up.---The parking lot behind my building was empty.Too empty.Alexander's car was a black SUV that probably cost more than my entire apartment building. He unlocked it with a fob, opened the passenger door, and all but pushed me inside."Buckle i
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