“Don’t you die on me, love,” Kingston says, “I need you alive and kicking.” “You’re going to use me too,” my voice is weak, small. “It’s more of a peace offering,” he tells me. “W-why?” “Your man has a lot of power, I’ll be stupid to get on the wrong side of him but I need his help.” “You’re taking me to Lex?” “I am, love, now stay alive,” he orders, “I hate it when people die on me, especially since I’ve gone to all this trouble.”
