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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Under the Microscope
Olivia I don’t know what happened. Renee was talking to me about Vern Coulier’s daughter, and then it was like an explosion in my head and everything went black. When I came to, I felt like my body was on fire. My thoughts were foggy and confused. When I tried to stand up, the world tipped and dipped crazily, and if Wilson hadn’t caught me when he did, I would have hit the ground for the second time. Something warm and wet was sliding down my cheek. I lifted a hand to wipe it away and was surprised when it came away sticky with blood. Crap, these humans bleed a lot. I hoped the scrape wasn’t bad enough to leave a scar on Avalon’s pretty face, that would be a damn shame. Renee and Wilson tried to usher me back toward the car, but after two steps I just needed to lay down. Rig
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