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FORTUNATELY, NATHAN AND DUNCAN snapped out of the fugue they were in by the time we reached the car.
Nathan, still dazed, looked around in confusion. “What in the hell just happened? How did we get here?”
“Dude, I have no idea. My head is pounding and I feel like someone put me in a chokehold earlier. Where are we?” Duncan replied.
“Somewhere dangerous. We’ve got to leave. Now,” I said, looking back toward the house. Ethan and the two guys were gone, but Celeste was getting into Caleb’s squad car, still watching us like a hawk. I turned and looked at my brother. “Are you okay to drive?”
He pulled the keys out of his pocket and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I guess so. Although, I feel like I was just hit by a Mack truck.” His eyes took in the large colonial house. “Who live
