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Dee was in the backseat, sandwiched between Dimitri and Daniel. Slamming the door against his objection to the seating arrangements, Daniel had stared Hamal down through the window as if daring him to object.
Hamal hadn't risen to the bait. Taking the passenger seat with Atkins as driver, he should have been ecstatic. His mission was about to end. Once they dropped Dee off at Amalthea's, he would never have to worry about her again. He'd never have to think of her. He should be relieved, but instead, he felt—pensive?
It had started an hour ago when Dimitri convinced Dee to arm wrestle. It was an absurd request that she'd refused. When the Soldier hadn't let it go, egged on by Daniel, she'd finally agreed just to shut them up. Even Hamal hadn't believed she could win. These guys could
