Becky opened her eyes when someone poked her on the nose. “Hey, Natya! Sho nice to shee you.” She could feel her voice slurring, but couldn’t find the energy to be interested in fixing it.
She was still in the Emergency Room. Curtains turned her personal, private corner of it into an eerily dangerous place seen in too many television shows. But she wasn’t hooked up to any of the machines which she’d take as a good sign. Well, except for the one giving her an IV drip of painkiller and she didn’t mind that one at all.
Then her eyes focused on the man looking down at her over Natalya’s shoulder. “Ooo! Pretty! You brought me a pretty!”
And Harry Slater was very pretty. He hadn’t inherited much from the Judge, but like his father, Harry’s face had more character than…Indiana Jones. If you to
