ELEIA’S POV
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I watch as Zac walks to the window, holding his hand up to his eyes, covering them with a hooded arch of his hand. “What the hell is he doing?” I mutter under my breath as I reach for the door handle without looking.
I slowly push the door open, my eyes flicking to the door to make sure no one is coming out again. I get out and leave the door open as I bend over, stalking over to the car closest to the stairs to the patio.
“Zac!” I call out to him in a whisper. He slightly turns his head, glancing at me as he steps back from the window. “What are you doing?” He mouths and I glare at him, waving him over. He shakes his head, looking into the other direction before he walks off the other side of the patio.
“What the hell?” I whisper under my breath as I rush to behind the
