I felt it years ago, maybe ten. I slipped the sunglasses back on as I followed Edward out into the hall. It could have gotten off on any floor above or below me. A soul, I said.
He pushed through the doors with the gun still naked in his hand, my wrist gripped in his other hand. Simon knelt by me, blocking out the light. The shirt would hide his shoulder holster if he were careful. Like hell you are.
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