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We were the only ones in the elevator, and to make matters worse, we were on the twentieth floor, which meant that we had a long way to go before we reached the ground level.
Kyle's eyes seemed to be glazed over as he continued to stare...
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"What are you doing here?" I asked as he slowly got up from the ground.
Kyle remained uncharacteristically quiet as he folded his arms across his chest defensively, his glare lethal.
Quinn cleared his throat, reaching down to brush the dirt off his pants. It became clear that he was avoiding answering my question when he started to pick invisible lint off his jacket.
"She asked you a question," Kyle finally snapped, and you could tell by his tone that he was anything but pleased.
His patience was wearing thin.
"I'm here to return the files that I stole." Quinn's response was a little too calm for my liking.
My eyes narrowed into slits at his confession.
"Why?" My mind refused to accept the fact that he willingly chose to betray us.
Quinn reached up to pull his hood down, and that's when I noticed how terrible he looked. The bags under his eyes were noticeably dark, leading me to believe that he hasn't slept in days, and his usually nice and pristine curls were matted beyond repair. "Ethan and Eli Durant approached me a couple of weeks ago, and they told me that they would hurt someone else that I care about if I didn't do exactly what they said."
