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I twisted farther away from Kyle and held out my hand. “Give me the truck keys.”
His eye twitched. “I’m not giving you the keys.”
“Give me the f*****g keys,” I said again, and when he didn’t budge, I spun for the wall beside the door to the hallway, where the keys to all the Holloway vehicles hung in a row.
“Do not take another step,” Nate said. Though his tone was quiet, it held enough pull to halt me in my tracks.
“I need some wheels, Nate.”
“For what?” he asked.
“What do you mean, for what?” Throwing my arms up, I fully faced him. “Didn’t you hear what that psycho just said? I need to go check on Liv. I need to go now. Right f*****g now!”
He shook his head, his stare unwavering.
“’The hell, Nate?”
“It might be a trap,” Ethan said, nudging himself ever so slightly toward the
