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Toe car, dizzy as hell and unable to speak, his throat burning with each breath It took him several one down

But when he did, panic struck

Whoed to, the asshole didn&039;t want him happy and healthy

He lifted his head an inch, spotted wide, thick shoulders, black hair, and an unfa on his cell, barely above a whisper in soe He was a real looker, ato do with hiain What did he do? How did he get the hell out of here? As the car moved, he felt every pothole, smelled every bit of exhaust from the cars ahead of hilanced up as quick as a gopher from its hole and saw that directly in front of theht

It was now or never His throat hurt like a motherfucker, and he hoped that when the tirabbed for the door handle, and pulled

"Oh, fuck!"

The man

Off his cell and pissed

Go Go

Like a drunk, To, but fear gifted hiether and ran

"Come back here, you little shit!" the lanced back, saw that theout of his car, flashing a deadly stare and a set of pearly white

Oh Jesus

Tom&039;s mind spun back to Dr Donohue&039;s apartment, to the other man, the one who&039;d jumped up from the floor like a haunted-house freak and attacked hi symbols carved into his skin, and the same needle-sharp pearly whites

What are they?

Despite the pain pounding in his skull and throat, Tom whirled around and ran like hell down the sidewalk