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“Jonathan I swear to god if you keep making that noise I’ll take that foot and cut it off!” I stop tapping my foot at Abby’s threat. I know she wouldn’t actually do that, but that doesn’t make me any less intimidated by her. “Well if you would hurry up, I wouldn’t be so bored.” I retort. She looks up from the lock she was picking and glares at me. “Right, sorry, you just uhh…. Keep goin’.” I apologize quickly. She fumbles with the lock for a few more seconds when a click is heard. “Got it!” She muttered, nudging the door open. Perfect, everything was going according to plan… was. As soon as the door opened wide enough to step in, an earsplitting siren went off. “Since when do they have an alarm?” I hiss, jumping in surprise. The door creaks open through the shrill noise, and there he is. “Oh, hello. Didn’t expect to see you two here, what a lovely surprise.” He chuckles, sarcastically. The shrieking of the alarm stops with the press of a remote in his hand. “You have got to be joking.” Abby deadpans. He laughed an airy, teasing laugh that always seemed to evoke some strange feeling in me I have yet to name. “Oh, Abigail,’ he drawls, “When will you learn that I’m always one-step ahead of you. So, what dodgy nonsense are we up to tonight, hmm?” He asks with a smirk on his face. God, he’s insufferable. “Nothing that concerns you,” I growl, my cheeks hot. “Aw, look at you,” He sings. “All miffed and adorable, I can tell why you hang

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