Staying right where I was, I finished my cigarette, trying to figure out what the fuck I was supposed to do now. I had the key and technically I still had Roan. It wouldn’t take much to knock him out and drag him back to the safe house. Or, I could leave. Get dressed, walk out the door, and never see him again. That would have been the smarter thing to do. Roan was worried about cancer; I was worried about an even darker disease. It already claimed Pavel and now it was poised to take me too. No matter how much I screamed at myself internally or punished my body for reacting the way it did, I
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