Chapter 66
Chapter Sixty Four: — BLADE STRIPPED OFF his wet clothes, used one of the fluffy towels in his open cell to dry off and pulled on the clean pants. “These feel great. Not my style, either, but they’ll do. They’re dry and clean. That’s all I need.” Lucas leaned against the bars. “You got some pretty mean scars there, Hamilton.” Blade never thought much about his scars. One, as wide as a tire track, ran across his back, and the other slid along his shoulder, a tiny river of twisted skin. He’d been burned a few times. Once from a falling tree and another time when he’d carried a firefighter out who’d been caught in a reburn. It was just part of the job, and he’d learned a long time ago to handle pain. “Just scars.” Blade wanted to change the subject. “What happened to Dice?” he asked as h
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