He must’ve carried her here. Harlen was beside her, his breath labored. Sweat soaked his shirt and dripped on his skin. When a tremor hit him, he rolled away from her. “Do you mind if I use your shower?” She didn’t know whether to grab hold of him or let him be. “Can I join you?” “I think a need a few minutes, if it’s okay.” His voice was sandpaper rough. “Yeah.” She shouldn’t push. Stupid to push. The man was clearly ill. “Let me get you a towel.” By the time she got back, he was holding himself up in the bathroom doorway. Every one of his muscles was tensed. “Here.” He took the towel, and she got her first good look at his face—ashen with deep shadows under his eyes. But he winked when he took the towel. “Thanks.” She stood looking at the closed door, fighting tears, and then decided to get busy. Busy was her best way to cope. Busy solved almost anything. Chimera was corrupt, Didier Lambert was a monster, and Harlen had pissed off him and his minions—they had no time to lose.
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