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ONE BREATH, TWO breaths, three breaths

Myers was asleep, still tied up in the chair Her head drooped on to her chest, her hair hanging limp She mumbled sometimes but he couldn’t make out any words

Josh Quentin was asleep too, and, like Myers, bound to another chair

They had gotten a text back last night from Jericho that she was busy but would be able towas she was co to kill her

He felt it coot up and rushed from the room He reached the bathrooot out of his clothes because his body felt literally on fire He climbed into the shower and turned the wa

ter on as cold as it would go It still felt like he was in a stea his skin and evaporating from the heat

He grabbed the pipe steive under his grip and let go before he crushed it

He slu control, feeling the enorht of hopelessness settle down on him

He was Atlas without the requisite strength

For the first tiers wasn’t sure he could actually do this He didn’t know if he would survive long enough It would be a cruel irony if he were to drop dead at the wo out her life

He climbed out of the shower, toweled off, and sat on the toilet The pain finally subsided, the internal fires lessened in their intensity He put his clothes back on and returned to the roo

He sat down and was surprised when Myers lifted her head, opened her eyes, and looked at him

“I know you have good reason to hate her,” she said

Rogers glanced at her, held her gaze steady for a few protracted ap between his feet

She glanced over at Quentin “I wouldn’t trust him”

“I don’t trust anyone,” said Rogers, looking at her so fiercely that she changed color and looked down

“What are you going to do with me?”

“I told you Jericho gets here, you’re free”

“I sahat you did to those men at the bar I don’t think that’s the first time you’ve killed someone”

He looked up at her “I was created to kill It’s really the only reason for my existence”

“I’ more awful than that”

He said nothing to this because he had nothing to add

“Those scars? What did they do to you?”

“The scars ” He tapped his head “But this is what made me a killer”

Myers started to say soers held up a hand “No more talk”

Time ticked away

Night passed to

Myers fell asleep again

Quentin had never awoken, perhaps safe in the belief that his treacherous actions would allow for his survival

Rogers just stared at the floor

Until eight o’clock in thecame

When the sound of the approaching car o to the