I hope you're as good as advertised, Marshal Blake. He messed up your radar and mine. It felt like we'd learned that hours ago, but actually only about an hour had passed from the first recon to us being here in the hallway. Today, I'd take all the help I could get.
I had made one step toward the doorway when Damian came running out as if all the demons of hell were chasing him. The makeup had widened her eyes, added color to her cheeks, and carved pouting lips out of her thin ones. His hands had grabbed mounds of the sheet, and his body strained, and bucked against the bed. Because I'll kill you before I let that happen, and my voice was soft when I said it, because it wasn't a lie.
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