Chapter 8 The Looped Camera

Margo's POV

"Don't."

Emory's hand caught my arm the second I reached for the door handle, and I whipped around to glare at him, already halfway out of my seat.

"Someone is in that room right now, Emory, and it's the room with everything in it."

"And if you go running in there alone, you're walki...

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