and icy. "Lying in a hospital bed waiting to die, becau

lness is just another one of your schem

heavy punch, squeezin

or. My joints ached, my vision spun. Legs weak,

to my stiff face, looking

ctly the mercenary you think I am. I don't care what you thin

, squeezing out a few tears a

him. "Pay off this traitor and end this.

Falco's face. He looked

id deadpan, "is exactly what you deserve

thumb gently wiping

comfort her. Then he shot me a look of

and walked away, tu

icious glance over her shou

shoulders disappea

were gone, my

nst the wall, sliding down to the floor. I gasped fo

side. The remaining kidney throbbed dully,

s flood

whispered lies; the cold kiss of the scalpel in that shady

alone, knowing I had tr

floor, waiting fo