The Things We Don't Say
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“Take it and let’s move.”
“Move?” I caught the bottle mid-air and cracked it open, putting one pill on my tongue without asking what it was. “To where?”
"I have to sneak you out of here, Marcus," she said, standing straight, her hands on her waist. "I don't know why Jordan is intent on giving me a heart attack, but the Arthurs slept here yesterday, and Jordan is in big soup for the mess he created. Apparently, Harper tweeted about it, and now, everyone knows. Now, I am left to…"