“if you were like Cassie and Michael and Dean and me, you wouldn’t be able to do anything with this.” Lia reached into her back pocket and pulled out several folded pieces of paper. I wanted to see what was on them, but was still paralyzed by the words Lia had spoken. “A map?” Sloane said, thumbing through the pages. “A layout,” Lia corrected. “Of the entire compound—the house, the barns, the acreage, drawn to scale.” Sloane wrapped her arms around Lia in what appeared to be the world’s tightest hug. “‘Drawn to scale,’” Sloane whispered, just loud enough that I could hear her, “are three of my
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