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I’M GETTING AN IDEA
Her voice is deceptively mild, but I hear the steel underneath. However, I don’t want to make more trouble for anyone, especially me. I bet Mr. Stocky and Hostile isn’t keen on being dragged outside for me. I have a feeling things would not go well if Jo felt the need to reprimand him, and I deliberately avoid thinking about him. Besides, I’m probably misreading him anyway—Jo said I was safe here.
I just blink at her, afraid she isn’t blocking me. “No.”
Apparently satisfied, Jo raises her arm and, in an instant, the figures standing around outside melt back indoors. Relief washes over me and I begin to relax.
“Louis wanted me to explain things better to you.”
“Yeah, you know, that would be a big help.”
Jo squeezes my hands, ignoring my belligerence. “He is con
