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Panic welled up inside Harry when he saw Isara perched on that bus with a smile as cold as an arctic blizzard. “What's the matter, my friends?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied them. “You weren't expecting company?”
Isara stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled.
The high-pitched screech got the attention of a man who came around the back of the bus. Tall and lean in a blue tracksuit, he would have been handsome if not for that mop of bright yellow hair.
Sticking out his lower lip, Leo ran his gaze over the lot of them. “Well, now…This is interesting,” he said, eyebrows rising. “Which one do I take first? Carlson's daughter or his woman?”
Sora was right behind Harry, and she clung to his left arm with both hands. Damn it, he could feel her trembling. What to do? The me
