Fourteen
Gray
I stripped off my yellow cleaning gloves and followed Ronan down the hall to the bedrooms, averting my eyes from Sophie's door.
Rifling through my closet, Ronan found a duffel bag and a beat-up old backpack and tossed them onto the bed.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“A safe house Asher set up.”
“What are you talking about? Who’s Asher?” The only friends Ronan had ever mentioned were Darius and Detective Alvarez, and even, then the word friends felt like a stretch.
Ignoring me, he ransacked my dresser drawers, pulling out clothes and shoving everything into the bags, stuffing them to capacity.
He zipped up the backpack and tossed it at my feet. It hit the floor with a soft thud.
“If there's anything else you want, get it now,” he said. “We won’t be coming back.”
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