![]() ![]() “Well, what do you have to say, then?” the man said. ![]() There’d always been something about dark, smoky bars. “I did.” I felt the gloom of the bar settle over me. “Did you hear me?” the man next to me said. ![]() I have a hard time telling the difference between an old memory and a recent one. Or maybe it was something he used to say, back before we lost our memories to the Branch-the shadowy organization that had turned us into supersoldiers, and then tried to kill us when we didn’t obey like dogs. Pull from the core, that’s what Sam always said. I slammed a shot of whiskey, the cheap shit, and felt the muscles in my stomach tense. When I fought, I had a hard time pulling back. Cas treated fighting like a dance-he always wanted to show off the best moves. Or maybe it was that I liked it too much. I NEVER TOOK TO FIGHTING LIKE THE others. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at Thank you for your support of the author’s rights. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. ![]()
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