“Open the door, Jane.” David’s voice was low, urgent. “Leave me alone.” “We need to talk.” “There isn’t anything to say.” “Dammit, Jane!” His fist thudded against the door. He wasn’t trying to break it down; he could have done that easily enough if he’d wanted to. “Go away!” Another door opened. Emma’s. “Hey, buddy.” That was Rick, wrapping an audible smile around the voice of a professional hero. “We’re fine here,” David said. “Of course you are.” I could picture Rick’s easy-going manner as he slid himself between David and the door. “If she doesn’t want to talk, buddy, leave her alone.” “Jane—” “Come on, man.” I could picture Rick settling a hand on David’s arm, and David pulling away. Angry footsteps faded down the hallway. There was a trio of quick knocks, Rick’s knuckles against the door. “You okay in there?” I tried to keep my voice steady. “I’m fine.” A long pause, while I imagined Rick weighing his obligations to me, to David, to the witch who undoubtedly awaited his return to her bed.
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