If I dropped shields enough for him to talk inside my head, I'd also have more of Richard in my head. Happy thoughts, Damian, happy thoughts. He glanced at the wererats, still with their guns pointed at the floor. Have you ever met someone who's been blind from birth? She frowned at me.
I stood there in the darkened parking lot, caught between the fight behind me and the fight waiting for me. It never bothered me, in fact you probably saved me from some bad decisions. Oh, God, it was Graham, still kneeling in the open door of the Jeep. How? That was the question.
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