He hadn't liked that part, but it was either agree to our terms, or we all walked, and since he can't raise the dead, that would pretty much put him out of business. Zerbrowski yelled, Smith! Smith moved toward Zerbrowski with the bag still in his hands. I knew that proximity to Jean-Claude could make things worse, usually proximity meant touching. Hell, I was having trouble focusing my eyes, let alone moving anything else.
Everyone stared at him. Because in that instant, my blood had been Jean-Claude's, and his mine. Let's bandage that wrist. He handed it to me.
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