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“Right.”
The guard cried out in surprise, staggering back and shooting wildly in all directions.
“Mm. You too.”
She flushed immediately, shaking her head. “I beg your pardon?”
She paused, studying him for a moment. “Please be careful,” she murmured before pulling back the curtain, slipping though.
“You’re biased.”
They got put to the hallway, and it was just them and the guards.
“Good night...”
“What?”
(Zoop!) “He should be in here,” Petra whispered, her hand on the curtain. “You ready?”
He frowned, clearly embarrassed. “Oh...”
The bodyguard jabbed the gun into his back. “Move faster. We don’t have all day.”
He rubbed her back slowly. “Thank you for helping today.”
“Uh huh. That’s what I thought.”
She mumbled in her sleep, pulling the blanket up.
He blinked in confusion. “Do I normally snore?”
The guard pushed him forward, leading him out the hall. Poppy’s bodyguard still followed, his arm around her throat.
Petra was still asleep the next morning, resting on his chest.
“You’re okay, though?”
A guard came up behind him and grabbed his wrists, yanking them back.
