“Captain,” Creedy said. “You’re wounded. You shouldn’t go.” “Nonsense,” Grimm replied. Creedy ground his teeth. Then he turned to Kettle. “Mister Kettle?” “Sir?” Kettle asked. There was, Grimm thought, a certain amount of skepticism in the honorific. “As our dear captain is determined to put himself in unnecessary danger, I am tasking you with the personal responsibility of watching over him. I don’t want you more than a step away from him until this is settled. Clear?” Kettle’s expression relaxed, and for a second something almost like a smile graced it. “Crystal, sir.” “Bah,” Grimm said. “I
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