f**k.
"Huh," Ryan said, and I could hear the confusion in his voice. "That's weird."
"You think he's hiding from us?" Hunter asked, and Ryan burst into laughter, and it was the kind of laugh that made my skin crawl. "That would be hilarious, the great Zane Mercer hiding in his own house."
Even though I don’t like him, he might be in some trouble, so let's check upstairs," Hunter suggested, and I heard their footsteps start to move away from the kitchen, voices fading as they headed in the opposite direction.
We stood there in silence for what felt like forever, listening as their voices got quieter and quieter until finally there was nothing but the sound of our own breathing in the dark space.
"They're gone," I whispered, starting to move toward the door, but Zane's hands held me in
