"Last night," Sawyer began, his features twisted with regret, "the headache and the feeling and the sound peaked very suddenly, right around the time you called for us through our bites. We were already on our way, and then...suddenly we weren't ourselves. I remember every thought Paul spiked into my skull about you, about all the ways I could kill you with my bare hands, and...I won't ever forget."
I could only imagine.
"It wasn't real." I touched his arm as a reminder that this was real, right here and now, and his strained expression softened slightly.
"Which only makes me want to beat Paul once and for all," Jacek said, his voice a low warning.
Eddie nodded, his lips quirking into an almost smile. "Nobody touches my Sunshine."
"I'd like to beat Paul for good, too," I agreed.
