Hospital.
The anesthesia was just wearing off. Julian looked weak, lying pale in bed, long sigh. “Heh—f**k, Cole Vale really knows pick soft targets. Elliot he no dare touch—fear full anger Elliot. So… all rage on me—want kill me.”
Victor guilty looked Julian, low. “Blame me—then no think much, must pull you in. Now look—you first no help Sebastian—actually right. I behind Elliot—he no easy touch me. But you…”
“Thing done done—you say that what use?” Julian touched hip bandage, gritted curse. “No beat—first guard.”
“No matter—this time we shift watch you.” Caleb stood window insert. “Slag Row thing too big—street people all watched. Guess he no dare black hand again.”
“Thanks—Caleb, Daniel—you saved my life.” Julian sincere thank.
“No say these,” Daniel grinned waved. “You good recov
