A large part of Artemis wanted to drape his arms across the bodyguard’s frame, and cry as he would for a brother. But Artemis repressed that instinct. Now was the time for quick thinking. Butler interrupted his train of thought. “Artemis…is that you?” he said, the words coming in short gasps. “Yes, it’s me,” answered Artemis, his voice trembling. “Don’t worry. Juliet will protect you. You’ll be fine.” “Don’t talk, Butler. Lie still. The wound is not serious.” Butler spluttered. It was as close as he could get to a laugh. “Very well, it is serious. But I will think of something. Just stay
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