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The lines on Jon’s face deepen, speaking ofyouth beneath the wrinkles and the gray hair How , I realize Every horrible or wonderful thing that could ever happen Death, life, and everything in between

"You’re exactly who I thought you would be," hemy hands with his own Veins web beneath his skin, blue and purple and full of red blood The sight of therateful to havesmile, the best I can do "Where is the prison?"

"They won’t let you go alone" Jon glances over my shoulder "But we both know that, don’t we?"

A warm blush rises to my cheeks and I have to nod

Jonon the table The dreamy look returns and he pulls his hands away He stands up on wavering feet, still watching so we cannot see Then he sniffs and pulls up his collar, gesturing for us to do the same

"Rain," he warns, seconds before a downpour slams into the roof above us "Pity we must walk"

I feel like a drowned rat by the tih mud and torrential rain Jon keeps us at a steady pace, even slowing us once or twice, to "line things up," as he said A few seconds after the jet comes into view, I realize what hemeteor of wet clothes and blood He touches down fine, and the bundle in his ars into round hard and she stued knee Shade ju her steady, while Farley pulls Gareth’s ar to co blood

"Aot away clean, but they surrounded me Had to upend a city block before I could break off"

Even though Jon assured us there would be no pursuit, I can’t help but watch the darkening sky Every twist of cloud looks like another airjet, but I hear and feel nothing except the distant shivers of thunder

"They’re not co, Miss Barrow," Jon says over the rain His lances at hi "I don’t think anyone followed," he says, trailing into a growl of pain