in the VIP wing. Her hand was wrapped in a rag she'd fo
d grunted, shovi
e points on his neck. Carotid sinus. Vagus nerve. She could
rridor ahead eru
suites burst open. A group
omeone c
at his chest. His face was the color of putty, his li
topped, unsu
ing. She recognized him from th
n't br
ng!" a wom
knees and started push
"You're going to rup
help it. It was the Solis curse
acted to stop her. She sprinted to the fallen man
Her voice had a steel edg
. His chest was silent. No rise and fall. S
," someone
" Harper
eart had likely stopped or was in a useless rh
heart manually. A long sho
palmed a tiny, sealed vial containing a high-dose stimulant. It was a l
" a guard shouted,
t h
the hall. It was calm, cold,
look up. She k
d using a small, one-way valve she also carried, blew two sharp breaths into
lly jolt the heart. As her hand came down, her other hand, the one with the vial, discreetly pressed against
ond. Tw
t out a massive, ragged gasp, sucking in ai
o his cheeks. His eyes
ay went d
g. She quickly tucked the empty vial back i
," she said, standing
, hoping to disappe
wrist. Her bad wrist. The
d in pain an
nto the ice-blue
n years ago. His jaw was sharper, covered in a shadow of stubble. His should
n at her face. He reached out and t
rper," he
e on his tongue made
lled out a checkbook. He scribbled somet
or five hundred
d for saving Mr. King. Though I daresay the w
the check. "Five
d your life on a wire for peanuts. You saved a billiona
knew she needed the mon
per said, her voice tremblin
ion didn't cha
ing her blood off his finge
low
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