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Jethro got out of the carriage and headed into the building where Vickers’ worked. Every inch of his body hurt from the beating he’d taken last night. Clyde and his friends had been out for revenge, but they’d picked the wrong night to mess with him. If they’d found him today, they would’ve killed him.
He’d considered waiting for his body to heal before taking his shot, but Conguise had drilled into him the importance of following the schedule. The professor was right. Even though he felt sluggish like he was carrying an extra hundred pounds in every cell of his body, he was no longer wiped out for days after taking the shot.
The first day was always bad, but it was the one day he gave himself to do whatever he wanted. Tomorrow, his mom would expect his help at the Producer ca
