Second Nature (When Seconds Count) - Plot & Excerpts
Finally alone, Thalia worked herself into a sweat, which wasn’t hard to do considering the on again off again fever she was trying to ignore. She’d packed everything that wasn’t nailed down into the cargo sacks she’d found stuffed between the cot and cabin wall. There wasn’t much to pack. Some fishing equipment, a soup pot, and one rusty cast iron skillet with some basic spices and utensils, along with a sack of clothes and towels, and a few books. There was a locked trunk in the corner and a few full water canteens that were too heavy for her to move, so she left them where they were and piled everything else on top. She took the time to run his brush through her hair, delightfully depositing whatever lice or vermin she’d picked up from his pain in the ass monkey, before stuffing it into the bag with the remaining first aid supplies. What the hell was I doing? The man was going to drive her completely mad. “Here’s a gun, but don’t use it.
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