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Clark University, Worcester, Massachusetts, USA. May 26, 4.19pm
Morgan came to in a groggy state, her mouth dry and head throbbing. She tried to sit up, reaching for her gun instinctively.
Then she saw Jake.
“It’s OK. You’re safe. Relax now,” he said.
Morgan realized she was lying on a couch in the study. Jake was looking down at her, his head bandaged. He offered her a glass of water and helped her to sit up.
“What happened? What time is it?”
“It’s thirteen hours until Pentecost dawns, and we’ve got the men from Thanatos restrained outside. We’re leaving them for the authorities. While you were down in the tunnels, Jared and I had our own little adventure but how are you feeling?”
She sank back into the couch, visions of the killer wasps and dead men left in the vault swimming
