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ALISSA STARES AT THE FLOWERS as if in a trance. I’m distracted from her zombie act by Teagan coming out of the kitchen with three glasses of ice water in her hands.

“Wow. Those are impressive,” she says, putting the glasses down on the coffee table and touching one of the flowers.

“These are from Colin, for me.” I take her by the elbow and bring her back into the kitchen, trying to be mindful of Alissa’s delicate condition. “They’re just a friend thing,” I whisper when we’re out of earshot. “I pulled that friend card out and used it immediately, too.”

“How so?” she asks, also whispering.

“I made him go to the hospital and apologize to Mick.” Teagan lifts an eyebrow. “Is that a good idea?”

“Of course it is.” I start to doubt myself immediately. I guess he could decide to pulverize a few more of his brother’s organs. That would be bad.

Teagan pulls her phone out of her pocket and texts out a message. A few seconds later an answer arrives with a beep.

“What’s it say?” I ask, trying to lo