Stay upright. Stay upright. Stay upright. I chanted the words, tried to brand them on my brain. I couldn't lose consciousness now. It would ruin all the hard work. The tough façade. Whatever respect I'd just earned.
I fought to stay not only upright, but to keep walking in a straight line. Who knew blood loss coupled with dehydration could be so awful? I snorted mentally. Right. Maybe I should ask some of the guys I'd helped interrogate how the body responded to such things.
A few months ago, when I learned everything about my best friend/sister and the monster she'd been married to, I'd had to ferret out moles in my own line of the organization. Foster had been so helpful in that area.
Foster. The Asshole. He was so f*****g pretty and so f*****g annoying. Bossy. Bitchy.
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