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Sloane blocks the doorway, her frame swallowing the weak light from the hall. Her eyes hold a molten mix of rage and raw fear as her fingers tighten around my arm. "Where were you?" she breathes, her voice a coarse whisper. "Come. Maya is waiting. You're in so far over your head you can't see the surface. You're going to be sore tomorrow, but when it's done, you stay. This time, you stay. Are we clear?"