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Alpha Zack ended the call, feeling like crap. As expected, when he tried again, the number was already blocked.
He sat in the garden, smoking in silence. The cigarette burned down between his fingers, ash dropping onto the perfect tiles below.
Hannah's car pulled up just then. She stepped out and froze when she spotted Alpha Zack sitting there, looking like a storm ready to break.
Hannah acted like she didn't see him and headed toward the main entrance. But Alpha Zack's voice stopped her cold.
"Hannah."
He crushed the cigarette under his boot and crossed the distance between them in three long strides. "Let me borrow your phone. I need to make a call."
Hannah looked at him like he'd lost his mind. . "Why would I do that? Where's your phone?"
She watched his
