Chapter 18 Practice, Not Real

(Nora's POV)

I yank my hand out of his and press both palms flat against the elevator doors, searching blindly for some seam, some button, anything.

"Emory, we need to get out of here. Now."

"Nora, stop." His voice comes steady out of the dark, and I hear him moving, feeling along the panel for t...

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