Chapter 49
This can’t be happening
Harley
Time slows to a stop as Kaz shares Joseph Kozinski’s story.
My tongue goes thick.
No. No, no.
I reach for the table, but my fingers slide through empty air. The room narrows, pressure locking down on my chest, stealing my breath.
I can’t breathe. I can’t—
Strong arms catch me—solid, unyielding.
Then darkness rushes in.
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