Jean glanced at him as Laila left, then the empty doorway, and got to his feet. Jeremy caught his wrist before he’d taken the first step away. Jean heard the locks clacking undone on the front door as he turned a cool look on Jeremy. He wasn’t sure what he could say that wouldn’t be picked up by those at the front door, so he leaned down into Jeremy’s face and murmured, “Let go, captain.”
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