Fifty-Five
‘Roll up your sleeve,’ Hannah said, preparing the syringe to plunge into Jackson’s arm, hard pressed to keep her voice even.
Jackson grinned back at her as he did what she asked. ‘Hannah, it’s fine. I just want to make sure you have enough blood on hand to whip up more of the vaccine in case your theory doesn’t pan out.’
‘It will, I’m sure of it. It’s the only thing that makes sense.’ Hannah tried to keep her tone hopeful, so he’d reconsider what he’d asked her to do.
Jackson had already had so much blood taken from him in the past few days. ‘You’re going to Brimfield, where Councillor Dillon will likely order Isaac Smith to kill you. You need to be as strong as possible. Not weakened by lack of blood.’
‘You can give me one of those syrupy drinks, fix me up good as new.’
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