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Jarity James was not insane e turned six that year He was untouched by all the killing that came afterward And he was taken prisoner that first year Left so tie anyone And that’s not his fault

The helicopter finally starts to descend just as the sun begins to set and even though I must’ve slept all day, I’m so tired

"We’re about to land" Vincent’s voice crackles though my headpiece

I look over at him and before I can stop uard a little I mean, they are identical The eyes The haircut The broad shoulders that taper down to the perfectly proportioned waist

"I hope you like it"

I cut the smile and add a nod What does he want onna be his wife I do not give a shit what pro to soround and everything becomes all rush, rush I have never understood the hustle involved with boarding and dise like we’re in sorip on hter than is nor off into so blades and ushers me up a series of steps that lead to the back patio of an ih the Spanish tile roof and warht sunshine, the dusk makes it look ominous "Where are we?" I finally ask as we slow our pace and he straightens out his shirt collar

"North of Santa Barbara"

"How the hell did we get to Santa Barbara from Newport Beach in a sailboat?" More importantly, hoill James find raphy, but I think that’s a fair distance

"We motored up the coast," he answers back "It’s difficult to navigate up the California coast in a sailboat"

"We e, Harper," he says, only half paying attention as he reaches for ht be your prisoner for now, but I’ child to admonish"

He snatches my hand and yanks aze transfixes reen eyes flash "I was told you have theaze and refuse to bend "I have manners But I’rip on ertips to the space between his eyes like he has a headache "I don’t like the language and I don’t like the attitude We’re both tired We’ve been through a lot And we’re going to freshen up and have a nice dinner so we can chat"