Had something happened to her? If so, it’s not your goddamn responsibility. You already saved her once, the metaphorical devil on my shoulder said. She’s your best friend’s baby sister. If the chick is dead, Row will be a major pain in the ass. Already he’s irrepressibly grumpy, the angel on my shoulder countered. Making an executive decision, I pulled out the extra key Row had given me and turned it inside its hole. I pushed the door open, peering into the apartment. It was quiet and dark, save for the bluish hue of electronic screens. Maybe Dylan had just called it a night early. But I
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