Chapter 62 Chapter Sixty-Two: Admission

WREN

Time it.

My phone is already in my hand. I hit the stopwatch before I'm across the room. My brain is somewhere far away, screaming, and my hands are doing what they're trained to do.

"Move the chair. Move the chair. Beau, the table—"

Beau and Marcus drag the coffee table back so fast th...

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