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8. Emerson
"I thought I smelled desperation in the air," the sarcastic voice of Jason Hawthorne, Annaliese's brother, says. "Do you smell that boys? Seems like it gets stronger over here." He circles his hand in my direction, making me roll my eyes. "This is a private party, dumbass. Get out!" Declan says, Jason scoffing at him in amusement. "Does the big bad Emerson Ward need his right hand to speak for him?" His voice takes on a mocking infant tone, pissing me off instantly. "No, I don't. He does that out of loyalty. Not out of how much I'll pay him to go places with me." I say, looking past him to his ridiculous goon squad. "Can you say the same?" He glares at me, his jaw tensing and releasing as we stare each other down. "Now I believe you were told to get the f**k out. This is a private party
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