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Chapter 45

           Thomas’sheartleapedintohisthroat.Serious?

           Getdownhere.

           I’mcoming.Hewasalreadymovingashesaidit,somehownotfeelingsoexhaustedanymore.

           Newtlethimin.

           "Minhostillhasn’tshownup,"hesaidastheywalkeddownthestairstothebasement."Sometimesheturnsintoabuggin’hothead."

           ThomaswassurprisedMinhowaswastingtimesulking,especiallywiththecodepossibilities.Hepushedthethoughtasideasheenteredtheroom.SeveralGladershedidn’tknowweregatheredaroundthetable,standing;theyalllookedexhausted,theireyessunken.PilesofMapslayscatteredallovertheplace,includingthefloor.Itlookedasifatornadohadtoucheddownrightinthemiddleoftheroom.

           Teresawasleaningagainstastackofshelves,readingasinglesheetofpaper.Sheglancedupwhenheentered,butthenreturnedhergazetowhateveritwassheheld.Thissaddenedhimalittlehe’dhopedshe’dbehappytoseehimbutthenhefeltreallystupidforevenhavingthethought.Shewasobviouslybusyfiguringoutthecode.

           Youhavetoseethis,TeresasaidtohimjustasNewtdismissedhishelperstheyclompedupthewoodenstairs,acoupleofthemgrumblingaboutdoingallthatworkfornothing.

           Thomasstarted,forabriefmomentworriedthatNewtcouldtellwhatwasgoingon.Don’ttalkinmyheadwhileNewt’saround.Idon’twanthimknowingaboutour...gift.

           "Comecheckthisout,"shesaidaloud,barelyhidingthesmirkthatflashedacrossherface.

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