“She’s checking for explosives,” a feminine voice said, appearing beside me. She was in leggings and a sports bra. A sheet of sweat coated tanned skin. I didn’t know whether or not I was supposed to act cool with the possibility of a bomb being inside the box. I had ripped into the previous packages without a second thought. Fear built in my gut as I kept my eyes on Isla and Miles. “Probably good,” I managed to croak out. I offered my hand. “I’m Annie.” “Alona,” she said. Miles had told me about her. “Ah. The one everyone is terrified of.” She blew air out of her nose. “I see Miles didn’t
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