“You irritate my wife,” he said. “Seems I do,” she said blandly. “If you want to do something about it, you could kill me.” He snorted, amusement lighting his face for an instant. “Those tablets really do a number on you.” “I feel like I can breathe again,” she said, wishing she could feel this calm without being frozen. “Like I’d been drowning so long, I’d forgotten what oxygen feels like.” Then she grimaced. “The withdrawal leaves something to be desired, though.”
