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Leo was flat on his back, and his skin was turning gray. Glazed eyes stared up at the ceiling. The puddle of blood expanded beneath him. Jack wondered if he should be feeling guilty. There was a bit of it – and he was grateful for that much – but all he really felt was resignation.
Wincing at the thought of what he had done, Jack let out a shuddering breath. “For what it's worth,” he whispered, squatting next to the other man. “I really didn't want to do this…But you were just gonna keep coming.”
“Indeed he was.”
Jack stood up and whirled around to face the front entrance, sweat matting dark bangs to his forehead. “I was wondering where you were,” he said. “Come to finish me off now that he's softened me up?”
He was very much aware of the tingle in his skin, the very light throb be
