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“What’s going on?” Zay asked. “Tell me and you’ll get it.” When Whisper didn’t respond, he looked beyond her toward the kitchen island. “You told me to come.”
“And you did,” Score’s voice came from behind her.
Exhaling, Whisper loosened the lock of her legs and slithered down her husband to put her feet back on the floor. He didn’t let her walk away. Instead, he clamped an arm around her, holding her to his side.
Shyla was standing just inside the kitchen. She must have followed Whisper out of the laundry room. After leaving there, everything else was hazy. Fish wasn’t sitting at the island anymore. Either he was watching Nicki or running an errand. Possible he’d just run for his life when he saw an opening. With the madness of this place, Whisper wouldn’t blame him.
“You’re not an
