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Now that Chloe Bishop had laid everything out on the table—a woman willing to put herself in danger just to repay a debt of gratitude—how could they possibly say the word "leave"?
The three or four men exchanged glances, then dropped their eyes, their earlier lazy attitudes gone.
Chloe noticed the shift, but still asked, "Does anyone want to leave?"
One of them spoke up
