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Barking up the wrong oak He had no idea how untouchable I was "Get one of your men to collect soas cans are loaded, you can raid corpses like the rest of us"

He waved a Skin over and gave him the orders Then he turned to me "What will you do to my worshippers?"

Really? "They all committed murder--just to walk around without a shirt" Most of them remained under my net

"You heard them say victi vinciht have killed in self-defense"

Maybe soood; et loose Maybe some can’t" None of this naled that the truck was loaded

I ordered Sol, "Load your pets into the back, then get in"

With a wave of his hand, the two zoestured to one of the Skins to close it, and Sol and I climbed into the cab of the truck

He settled behind the wheel "Now that we’re traveling together, shouldn’t I know your name?"

"No"

His lips turned down "My worshipper isn’t back witho without boots and jeans?"

"Not if there’s a body nearby e refuel"

"You can’t be comfortable in your oet, muddy clothes," he pointed out "I can provide dry jeans and a sweatshirt A warm pair of socks What’s the rush?"

Get to Tess Get to Tess Get to Tess Eleven minutes on the carousel versus nine days Thousands and thousands of minutes

When I had forced Tess to reverse time and she’d narrowly survived, I’d been worried that she would hate lad she helped Lass likes to help"

That sweet girl had been glad

Which ether, we could do this! But I wouldn’t stack the deck against us by adding unnecessary minutes I told Sol, "That’s my business" I used a rose stalk to lash one of his wrists to the wheel, the other to the gearshift

He sighed "I’s are quite painful"

"Oh dear Are they?" I tightened theround the truck into gear Could he suck at driving worse than I did? I’d never even gotten my learner’s permit--because I’d been locked up in a mental ward the summer before I turned sixteen

After the Flash, Jack had driven rave tone, Sol said, "All you had to do was askover ht for survival? Now drive"