Chapter 48: DerrickReunions with psychotic exes… I strongly recommend against them.
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Dax zipped up his fly and flushed. He stepped to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. Sweat soaked his blond hair. Darkened skin surrounded his eyes; his face was unshaven.
Jesus, I don't think I've slept in thirty-six hours. No wonder I look like s**t. He splashed his face with cool water. Dax had gotten himself into some pretty rough situations. But somehow, even being hunted by Zinchenko and his goons was not nearly as stressful as what he was going through now.
Back in his saferoom, he locked his fingers together and bent his hands backward, cracking his knuckles in a chorus of tiny pops. “How's she doing?”
Jules kept her eyes on her holodisplay as she replied. “She's almost there. I
