They had him on the ground, though the dark-haired civvie was on the ground, too. As he'd lost weight, the athletic cut to his suits had emphasized his broad shoulders, which had sort of appeared as his waistline had decreased. They take blood from an open wound or animal that's already dead, but they don't make a wound. But I'm letting you come with me.
It's exactly how you're feeling, he said, sounding sure. I almost said out loud what I was thinking, Oh, good, you're not dead, but I managed not to. I shook my head. Oh, no, you so are not planning on me doing it in front of an audience? He smiled, and there was something in that smile that I hadn't seen before.
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