“Let me guess,” I say, gripping the arms of the chair for dear life. “If I try to escape, you’ll—” “Tie you to the chair,” Van says. “We’re not going to tie her up,” Nathan says, then glances at me. “We’re not going to tie you up.” “But I brought bungee cords.” Van holds up three of them, and I start to feel slightly alarmed. “Where’s Logan?” I ask as my chair jerks to a stop in the middle of the hallway. There’s a scuffle behind me, with Van protesting loudly. When I glance back, Nathan is holding Van against the wall, forcibly taking the bungee cords. Felix takes over pushing my chair while
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