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I shot toTenn's hasty, "Scarlett, wait—"

I should have listened The second the door swung open, a hand shot out to close overround, an ar un pressed to my temple

Chapter Thirty-Three

SCARLETT

I stu shot in the head The arm around my neck pinned me to a wide chest Not Elliott or Thatcher Too broad Too tall The ar to my temple

Tenn stood across the roo

"Who the fuck ah you?" deht in a pronounced Boston accent My stomach sank I was a complete idiot I'd wanted to see Thatcher so badly I hadn't stopped to think about who else ht be in the room

Boston accent plus a gun to my head had to equal the Learys Fuck

Tenn was as calm and cool as a mountain lake Hands loose at his sides, he kept his eyes on the un to my head "That's Thatcher's ot going on with Elliott doesn't have anything to do with us"

"That fuck'n idgit Who goes on the run with a kid?" said the one to ht

"Elliott is an idiot," I said carefully, the ar into my air "I don't care what you do with him, we're just here for Thatcher"

I hadn't ht now, the Sawyer na we needed was for these guys to decide that taking Tenn hostage would lead to a big payout

"Can't give 'iuy said I couldn't turn my neck to see any of the Close enough, at least I wasn't sure it o, all I wanted was to see his face Now, I hoped he was long gone Unlikely, with his backpack on the bed and Elliott's car in the parking lot