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Ming-Mei was furious on the bus ride back to Midtown.
Despite the bright sunshine, she was shivering and anxious. Other passengers gave her looks that weren’t hard to decipher. She knew it was the after-effect of the EpiPen injection, but that knowledge didn’t ease the symptoms. As she tried to pack for the trip home, her thoughts jumped around like startled grasshoppers, and the cabbie who drove her to the airport asked her twice if she was all right. She barely caught her flight.
The cabin of the plane was only half-full, and no one sat beside her—a good thing.
She couldn’t decide what angered her more: that Clay had endangered their lives by dealing with someone like Freedman, or that he’d betrayed their trust by finding a way to keep control of Dylan’s body. Once he’d relinquish
