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"When did you get shot?" he asked, brows furrowing

"I didn’t At least I don’t think I did There’s no bullet," she said, then caught her breath when Silas carefully lifted the tape and it pulled "Ow?"

"Have you put anything on it?" His eyes flicked up, his worry obvious

"Just an antibiotic It’s not warm, so it’s probably not infected"

"I told you I looked at it last night," Jack said, ignored

Silas pulled the bandage back into place, using the old tape to fix it back down "I brought so for infection We can stop at a pharht her intuition, and her eyes jerked to his Shrugging, he added, "I want to try weaning you off it Tonight The lanced at the ato "We can stop on the way to LB’s," she said, her ire flashing into existence when Jack cleared his throat in protest "I want to pick up his vial of Evocane" Fear tightened her gut, fear she ht not be able to kick it "It would probably be easier to weaned his sleeves down and fastened the cuffs "You’re going to need so in Michael Denier is a couch warrior, a bloody psychologist, and you are his latest pet project"

Silas stood, slipping out fro hand "If you don’t shut up, I will pop you in the mouth, Twill"

"Try it, big et her dead" Jack stood from the kitchen table, his motion smooth as he put his suit coat on It made him look more polished, even if it was dirty and torn "I bet you can’t run a "

Peri rubbed her temple No wonder her head hurt

Silas ran a hand over his hair and turned to her "Why is he still alive?"

"Heto kill hi, and Jack flicked the burner off "Very funny Ha-ha You need et close to Michael Ad after him I’ressively before Jack until he moved "Is he for real?" he asked as he tore open two packets of coffee and filled thethe brewed coffee s I left under the silverware drawer is gone" She took the uilty that he’d risked his life to find her--again And she was going to ask for more

"Few thousand, but it’s onthis"

"Caffeine is caffeine," she said, wondering why Jack was standing before her bookshelves "What are you doing? Hey!" she exclaimed when he reached for the photo of her on a Harley That she didn’t reh to throw it away

"You need ht?" he said as he took the back off and bills fluttered down to land on the faded braided rug Great, he’ll never let ave it another shake before setting the picture down and crouching to collect theit away for years," Jack said, his demeanor mild as he extended the bills to her "A little every ti on how fed up you ith Bill at theto quit and drive away, but you don’t re down her coffee, she took the bills and h here for two bikes," she said, shocked, and Jack’s lips pressed together tightly

"You noticed that, huh?" he said stiffly "I’ to ride aith hi that at all But it didvery clear Her safe house wasn’t safe Everyone, apparently, knew about it

"We need to go," she said, deciding her shoould have to wait "Silas, you re al "We bugging out then?"

"Yep Soon as I change" She looked at the coffee"And maybe put that in a paper cup from downstairs"

"Good" Silas set his coffee on the counter and dragged the kitchen chair to sit right under the ceiling fan "You want noisy or quiet?" he asked as he stood on it and carefully lifted a ceiling tile

"Quiet" Her knee was throbbing, but she ignored it as she gathered her clothes and headed for the bathroo any," she said, suddenly reluctant to enter the tiny bathrooe of pique, she stalked to the yarn bag, dropping the half-knitted thing into the trash, needles and all It was an Opti-sanctioned cal technique, and she was done with it Done with Jack, done with knitting, done with it all

Silas pulled his head out of the ceiling at the noise, and he and Jack exchanged odd, wondering looks "If I’ with you, I should be arle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">