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Jack turned away and strode back the way they came.
“Jack!” Nena called, but he didn’t turn around. She sprinted after him and caught him at the elevator. The young woman grabbed his arm and yanked on it, stopping him short of the doors. He didn’t turn to face her. “Jack, what’s going to happen to him?”
“The same thing that would’ve happened to your dad if he hadn’t shown himself for what he was,” Jack told her.
Her face fell. “But he doesn’t know that much!”
“He’s seen whatever that thing was. That’s enough.”
She furrowed her brow. “What’s that supposed to mean? Didn’t he kill a Death Touched?”
Jack half-turned to her and shook his head. “No. Death Touched are far too powerful to be destroyed by any normal bullets except yours, even silver bullets. They don’t even hur
