Page 227 of Their Twisted Rules
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Opening the door, I glance over and see Harper’s bedroom door open. Harper touches my back. Of course she followed me. Fuck.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Kenz yells. A dull thud follows, and someone grunts.
I don’t have time to force Harper to stay back. When I rush to herdoorway, someone dressed all in black with a ski mask turns to me. He charges me.
I shift back and press Harper into the wall to keep the guy from accidentally running into her, and he tears down the stairs.
I turn, and Harper’s wide eyes meet mine. “Get in your room. Lock the door.”
She grabs my arm before I can take off. “What are you going to do?”
We need to know who this fucker is. I kiss her before pushing her toward her room. “I’m going after him.”
