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“Move.”

“The fuck I will.” Her eyes snap down toward Blair unconscious against my chest before lifting back to me sharply. “Why are you carrying my unconscious new friend around like a fucking kidnapper?”

“Your friend?” I shoot back immediately. “You know Blair?”

“Answer the fucking question, creep!”

“For fuck sakes, I’m not kidnapping her,” I snap, adjusting Blair higher against my chest when her head lolls weakly against my shoulder. “She passed out from whatever the fuck you two were taking.”

The anger flickering across Mina’s face stutters briefly.

Not gone.

Just overtaken by alarm.

“Wait what? Oh shit!”

She reaches toward Blair instinctively, fingers brushing her arm while panic flashes across her expression.

“Relax, she’s breathing,” I say shortly. “She’ll be fine. I just need to get her out of here.”

“Oh hell no.” Mina immediately steps further into my path. “You are not taking her anywhere, mister stranger danger.”

A sharp pulse of irritation shoots through me.

“I’m not a fucking stranger, Mina, and I really don’t have time for this right now.”

Her eyes narrow instantly.

Then her eyes drag slowly over Blair in my arms.

Over the way I’m holding her.

The way my hand stays locked around her waist like I’m scared to let go, and I watch the exact moment she pieces it together.

Not just that I know Blair.

That I care about her.

That this is personal.

Her face goes completely horrified.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she mutters.

Mina looks between me and Blair again, visibly trying to process it.

Then her expression twists into pure disbelief.

“No,” she says slowly. “Nope. No fucking way. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is,”

I already know exactly where this is headed.

“Mina—”

“That’s Brynne’s little sister!”

“No shit.”