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Caine didn’t bother to answer He sat up His head swam as he did He reached for the water

“Why is the roof messed up like that? What if it rains?” He was surprised by the sound of his own voice He was hoarse His voice had none of its usual persuasive smoothness

Diana was pitiless “What are you, stupid noell as crazy?”

A phanto uneasy “Did I do so?”

“You lifted the roof up”

He turned his hands around to look at his palms “Did I?”

“Another nightmare,” Diana said

Caine twisted open the bottle and drank “I re was going to step on the house and crush it, squash me under it So I pushed back”

“Uh-huh Eat some beans”

“I don’t like beans”

“No one likes beans,” Diana said “But this isn’t your neighborhood Applebee’s And I’m not your waitress Beans are e have So eat some beans You need food”

Caine frowned “How long have I been like this?”

“Like what?” Diana mocked him “Like a mental patient who can’t tell if he’s in reality or in a dream?”

He nodded The sry And he re back TheHe couldn’t quite reach normal, but he could see it

“Threeshoot-out in Perdido Beach You wandered off into the desert with Pack Leader and were gone for three days When you came back you were pale, dehydrated, and…well, like you are”