Don't you smell it? his voice was a hoarse whisper. “Hey, take it easy,” I howled. He could do cop face, but he wasn't an actor. He looked like he didn't believe me.
I didn't say anything as I readied the gun, got it exactly where I wanted it. But I hate cowardice, almost worse than anything else, and if Asher could be trapped inside this body, then I could touch him one last time. I'm sorry, of course you do. He looked puzzled.
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