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8 | Off The Hook

Phoebe’s POV

I gasped as I felt tremors of horror ripple through me as I heard Noah on the other side of the door. Blaze on the other hand looked annoyed. I quickly slipped off his desk and looked at him for help. He quickly pointed towards another door on the left side of the study passing the large bay windows, overlooking the lake.

I swiftly sprinted towards the door and once inside, I pushed the lock button on the doorknob and locked it close. I released a quick breath of relief and realized that I was inside a spacious washroom.

I leaned on the door and sank on the floor as I heard Noah’s voice once again.

“Was it really that much of an emergency for you to come here at this time?” Blaze said with clear contempt.

“I k-know I’m sorry-y but this i-is really important” Noah stammered. It was a real shocker to hear Noah stammer because, over the last 5 years of me knowin

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