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“Blue. No arguments. I love you. I’ve loved you since the desert, since before I knew what love evenmeant.And I’m not taking it back.”
I wanted to argue.
Instead, I collapsed against him. Let my hands fist his shirt, and he leaned down so my forehead rest against his.
“Okay. Lightfoot.”
He kissed me. Hard.
Bear barked once from outside — sharp, alert.
Faron pulled back, eyes already scanning.
“Lock it down, Doc. Today we fight back.”
And I knew, right then:
I’d burn the whole damn city to keep him.
And he’d burn with me.
24
Blue
The clinic was a mess of broken stories — kids bleeding, babies crying, old men coughing like their lungs were made of paper.
And Faron? He was my shadow.
Always one step behind, one breath away. Tension rippled off him like smoke.
It should’ve driven me nuts.
Instead, it kept me steady.
Until I heard it.
“Doctor Davis.”
I didn’t look up. “One second—”
“Doctor Davis.”
The voice again. Not pleading. Mocking. Smooth as oil. Sharp as a blade.
Rico.
I straightened.
Faron’s hand landed on my shoulder like a stone.
Rico stood in my doorway with two new thugs behind him — big, twitchy, tattooed like warning signs.
Behind them, my waiting room froze.
One baby whimpered.
“Señorita Blue,” Rico said, smiling like a wolf. “We came to talk.”
