49Something woke me. I was lying on cool tile, and that someone had me by the wrist. Graham yelled from the front seat. It's like the night is breathing your power.
Richard looked at us, my hand still on Jean-Claude's face. I couldn't help the smile, I was feeling better than I'd felt in days. This one sure as hell did, Graham said, frowning at my wrist and putting pressure and a fresh gauze pad back on it. Things I am ashamed of.
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