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... ft away into his own thoughts. He drove carefully and slowly this time, unlike usual.
Nathan’s hands were clamped so tightly onto his knees that his knuckles were white.
"Make it faster, Zane," he asked. He didn’t want to think. He wanted the adrenaline to wash away the tightness in his chest. If only that would help.
Zane glanced at the speedometer, then at the rearview mirror. Behind them, the farmhouse was disappearing into the shadows of the hills.
"I’m not do ...
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