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Eric rushes over to me the moment he steps into the room, crushing me to him so much I grunt in pain.
“Ease up a bit?” I ask him and he pulls back, studying my face and the wounds I know are there.
The look of horror is smothered so quickly, I can almost believe I imagined it.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
“I’m better than I was,” I say with a shrug. I mean, it is true. The time between the two others arriving, and now, has let me heal at least a little bit.
Or adrenaline is kicking back in. That’s probably more like it. We have a job to do and it hasn’t escaped my notice we’re behind.
Adrenaline it is.
I can live with that until we’re back and I can worry about the permanent consequences of what happened before.
“That’s not really an answer,” he responds.
I nod. “I know, but w
