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Chapter 12
Chapter 12Paul had regained consciousness and was shifting restlessly, favoring his left side. “The nurse just gave him a shot of something,” Spike told us. “Look, Paul. Vince is here to see you.” “Hi, babe.” Paul’s eyes were slits, so swollen I wondered if he could see out of them at all. He stretched out his hand, and Vincent took it. “If you’d wanted to see me so badly, you really didn’t have to go to these lengths, baby. A call would have been sufficient. Look, I have some errands to run, but I’ll be back, probably before these assholes can find a room for you.” “No, please.” Paul’s hoarse whisper sounded scared. “Please don’t go.” Paul was never scared. And then I realized he was afraid, not for himself but for Vincent. Of what might be done to him or of what he might do? “Okay,
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