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give up now.
    “Fine,” Jon finally says, looking up. His eyes aren’t hard or angry, just resigned. “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
    I swallow and nod, trying to keep the hope swirling around inside me down. Letting it out now would be pointless. There’s still a long road ahead of us, and getting out of this isn’t going to happen overnight. As much as I hate to admit it, we could be here for a few days.
    “Go to Paris. To the pool on the roof. That’s where they’ll be. Ask for Axl James.”
    “Axl? Who is he?”
    I bite down on my bottom lip and struggle to come up with a word for who Axl is. Boyfriend? That seems too childish. Lover? Too casual. Axl’s mine. That’s the only way I know how to describe it. But Jon wouldn’t understand.
    “We’re together,” I finally say. “It doesn’t matter. All you need to do is find my friends.”
    “What then?”
    I don’t have a clue, but I’m more than confident Axl and Winston will be able to come up with something. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past Angus to be able to find a way out of this. He’s a racist moron, but he’s resourceful. “Come up with a plan.”
    Jon scoffs and squeezes his head between his hands like he’s trying to crush his own skull. “You might be underestimating the men running this place just a little.”
    “Whatever. Just get there.” I don’t want a debate. I just want him to get over to the casino so Axl knows I’m alive. “Just get there.”
    Jon sits on the bed, and I want to scream. “What are you doing? Go!”
    He shakes his head and leans back. Like he’s ready for a nap or something. “Can’t. It would be pretty suspicious if I ran out of here in the middle of the night, especially when I have you here.”
    His eyes move down my body, and I’m suddenly very self-conscious. I’m not exactly dressed, plus I trust this guy about as far as I can throw him. I squirm on the bed, trying to scoot further away from him.
    One corner of his mouth turns up. “You don’t trust me? I haven’t even tried to touch you.”
    “How could I trust you? You dragged me and my friend here.” I roll my eyes. Why do we even need to have this conversation?
    He nods but doesn’t look the least bit guilty. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t have a choice. I was told to go out with those guys. I didn’t volunteer. I had to prove my loyalty or they would have thrown me out. My sister’s just a kid.”
    I probably should feel bad for him. Megan is young, and they didn’t ask to be in this situation. But I can’t. Sacrificing me for his sister doesn’t exactly make him the most sympathetic person.
    “Well, don’t expect me to get over it anytime soon.”
    Jon gets up and walks to the other side of the room. He dramatically lowers himself into a chair. “Better?”
    I give him the finger. What an ass. The sooner I can get out of here and he can be on his way the better.
    I glance toward the clock on the bedside table. It isn’t even nine! We probably have a good twelve hours to kill before the linebackers show up to get me. Then he can go. If he can get away undetected, that is. What if something happens and he can’t get there right away?
    I tug on the hem of my ridiculously long shirt. “You going to head over to the casino in the morning?”
    Jon leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ll wait until after dark. I don’t want to risk anyone seeing me. Plus, the zombies seem to be a little less active at night.”
    That’s news to me. Doesn’t make much of a difference as far as I can tell, though. There are so many zombies out there that “a little less active” is as reassuring as telling a diver there are only fifty sharks instead of a hundred.
    We sit in silence for a while, but Jon can’t stay still. He gets up and paces for a few minutes before sitting back down, only to start pacing again. He’s making me nervous.
    “So what’d you do before all this?” I finally ask, just to break the