TWENTY-ONE
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Tuck went out the door so fast, onlookers may have believed the building was on fire. Brodie was slower, much slower, and seemed pained to take his eyes from her. But they couldn’t say goodbye or reassure each other, Zara just had to hope that they would succeed.
Tuck’s bike started as Brodie crossed the threshold and entered the alley. No one inside said anything else until both bikes sped away.
“You can let me go now,” Zara said to Kahlil. “Caine doesn’t have a weapon, and he wouldn’t risk his life for me.”
Kahlil’s grip did loosen and after a few more seconds of considering it, he shoved her at the bottom stair and marched to the door. “You stay there,” he said to her and took up position against the doorframe.
Caine was lying on the floor in front of
