“You infected the Roci?” Holden said, fear and rage briefly warring in his gut. “Don’t know I’d use that verb, but all right. If you want. It’s what lets me follow you around,” Miller said, then frowned. “What was the other thing?” “I don’t know if I’m done with this thing,” Holden said. “You’re safe. We need you.” “And when you don’t?” “Then no one’s safe,” Miller said, his eerie blue eyes flashing. “So stop obsessing. Second thing?”
