Chapter 3Maybe the deal cleared the air. Maybe having the secret of Jarrett’s identity out relieved the tension. Maybe Marc took it to heart that they just had to deal with each other as men, forgetting they were meant to be enemies. Whatever it was, it seemed to relax him. After that conversation he became quite chatty when he came in to help Jarrett or bring him meals. He even stayed in the room while Jarrett ate and sat with him afterward, both of them drinking some kind of herbal tea—foul, but Jarrett didn’t tell him so. They talked of nothing too consequential, and Jarrett still sensed caution if he asked personal questions. But Marc sat by the bed and talked anyway. He must be lonely, Jarrett thought, stuck here by himself for so long. Suddenly he gets a companion. Once he got past t
