FIFTEEN
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Everyone was busy. Zave put an arm around her and guided her up the stairs into their bedroom, where he closed the door. The brilliant light up here was jarring after being in the dark lower floor of the apartment for so long.
The privacy panels were good, she had to give them that. It seemed like the middle of the night down there when it was actually only the middle of the afternoon if the sun up here was an indication of the time.
Zave took her over to the bed and sat her down before hunkering in front of her. “Do you want to go back to the island?” he asked. “Now that Bess understands what’s going on, I’m sure she’ll go with you and you can—”
“No,” Devon said.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I can have security on the island at all times. It will be a fortress. We
