“Yeah, one thing,” Cheeks says, stepping into the alley. “What?” He grabs my shoulders. “Can’t let you do it.” I don’t have time to process. He uses my surprise to shove me back behind the holographic image of the alley. “Hold her!” Cheeks yells, and it’s an order. I collide with Cross, who wraps one arm around my waist while the other is a bar across my chest, as Cheeks runs out into the street. A pack of black follows after him like a rabid hunt. I try to lunge forward, just like he knew I would, but Cross holds me firm. I don’t know I’m screaming until he claps a hand over my mouth. Cross’s
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