His sharp blue eyes were running over me, his expression confused. He stepped around my side of the table and loomed over the empty bench. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the metal chain from his wallet going from his hip to his back pocket. He was frowning down at me, looking intimidating as hell. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his voice hard. I was about to snap back at him when I noticed the bags under his eyes. “Zeke, you’re being rude,” Miles shot back at him, his voice had a bite to it. Zeke winced and ran a hand through his short hair. “Sorry, I’m just tired,” he offered in a
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