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My heart dropped. “Are you saying you want us to allow her to keep Bodey?”

Samuel’s cheeks reddened. “We’ll get him back. I’m not saying—”

“Not happening.” I karate-chopped the air and filled my lungs, trying to calm down. “She’s agreed to meet us. This is a way to get her out into the open instead of storming her home. I won’t give up this opportunity even if it requires handing myself over. Do you understand?” I couldn’t risk her killing Bodey. I’d already lost too many people I loved, and I wouldn’t add him or anyone else in this room to that list.

His nostrils flared. “Your life means more than his.”

I fisted my hands. “No, it doesn’t. If anything happened to him, I would change. Hell, I’m barely hanging on to who I am, knowing he’s with them.”

“I’ll make the call.” Jasmine removed her phone from her back pocket.

“Wait.” I begrudgingly turned my attention away from Samuel and asked her, “Are you sure about this?”

She hit her chest. “I swear to you, I trust them. I wouldn’t put the