“Marcus, open the door right now! I’ve changed my mind,” I called, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt. My eyes adjusted, and I could make out Chase more clearly, lounged against the wall at the opposite end of the tiny space. “Relax, we can just run out the clock and make small talk. What’s your favorite color? Mine’s blue.” “Seriously?” I demanded, about to bang again when the door slid open.
