There is a quietness between them now. It was one thing to come back from the dead – one thing to fight over, to yell about, to overcome. It was a whole other bag of fucking cats to accept the bullshit price Hal had ended up paying – and the reward that came with such a curse.
Up until now he’d managed to keep the arcane to himself – he was a spook enough to the men without it – but now Flint knew, and it would only be time that would determine if the man would opt to make use of it – or do all in his power to end the risk it posed.
The arm around his shoulders was a promising sign of truce, for now at least. At the question, he grumbled low before pointing out flatly, “Not once since I woke up like this, I’ll tell you that.” It was harsh, perhaps, but it was the truth of it. “Imagine it’ll fade with time – either my being bothered, or the sense that I should be. Suppose I just can’t tell which unnerves me more at this juncture.”
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