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Gia
“Let her go,” Tevi is saying, and it’s that same calm, well-reasoned voice he uses on patients who come in way too high on some street d**g. Or on mothers who are clinging catatonically to the bodies of their children. “She’s a Sulila doctor. She’s with my team.”
“She try to pull one over on you, too?” Saint says to him. He tugs the surgical cap off Gia’s head, turns her chin to look at the tattoos behind her ears. “This one’s nothing but a double-crossing criminal.” His grip tightens around Gia’s throat; her lungs buck in her chest, burning for breath.
“Please take your hands off my doctor,” Tevi says, voice an edge of steel.
Saint smiles at Gia, eyes glittering points as the margins of her vision darken. “Okay,” he says.
His grip loosens and she gasps for air. Then he spins,
