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    Four men for me and four for Victor? Someone wants us dead badly. Why send four for the boy, though? Nim wasn’t given time to dwell on these thoughts before three assassins began to carefully move towards him. The fourth fell over, no longer able to use his legs after whatever neurotoxin that coated the blade quickly worked its way through his system. If the assassins had come straight for him, they might have taken him out, but their cautious approach gave Bartholomew and Jenn time to enter the fight.


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    Earlier, on the roof.


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    Maybe I’m dreaming. Hmm… I wonder where I am.


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    “I know that voice. Victor tried hard to bring up an image, but his mind was not cooperating; it was as if his thoughts were covered in a heavy fog.


    “That must be Jenn, a small part of his mind whispered, still unable to put a face to the name.


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    They’re back! His mind cried out, and he tried to move, tried to open his eyes, but found himself unable to do either. I won’t let you kill me! he screamed inside his head, finally getting a response from his body, even if it was just to thrash violently in his bed.


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