Chapter 25
Twenty-Five “Jeez, Roarke, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” I lower my hand to my side, but my heart continues to race along at a panicky pace. “Where were you?” His expression holds no hint of a smile, and his tone is deadly serious. “Oh, just doing a little parkour practice.” I shrug out of my coat, leave it lying over the back of a chair, and sit down to pull my shoes off. It’s easier to appear relaxed and unconcerned if I keep my hands busy. “You know, the stuff I’ve been showing Aurora. Running and climbing walls and all that.” “In the middle of the night? In winter?” “Yes.” I look up. “My friend and I used to practice at night all the time. Okay, so we didn’t do it in winter. It was too cold. But my days here have become so busy. If I want to keep practicing, I need to do it
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