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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