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“Shut up,” I plead before admitting, “I was thinking of the word violence in my head but somehow vengeance came out.”

“What movie did you get that from?”

“Your memoir obviously.”

Khaos’s chuckle brings a smile to my face.

Until he repeats it. “Vengeance.”

I huff. That’s never going away.

“Anyway, are you dizzy at all?”

“Are you threatening me because I’m making fun of you?”

“No.” I finally give in and laugh. “I’m genuinely asking, are you dizzy?”

More serious than he’s been all night, he says softly, “I wouldn’t rule it out.”

That’s not a yes. But it’s not exactly a no either.

“Well, do you have a headache?”

He arches an eyebrow.

Right. Of course he does. Who wouldn’t after getting beaten up?

“Any sensitivity to the light?”

“None.”

“Do you remember what you did today?”

“Woke up, ate some food, learned some water safety, went to work.”

Uh-oh.

“You don’t remember watching a movie…at all?”

“I remember watching you grind on your boyfriend’s dick for two hours.”

I relocate my gaze to his chest. Is that really how it looked? How I looked? I was trying to get off of Guy, not get off on Guy.

“It wasn’t for two hours,” is all I have to say for myself.

“It felt like an eternity.”

My eyes jump to his.

“Is that why you left the theater in such a hurry?”

“I left before I wound up behind bars again.”

Oh.

“Still think I’m concussed, Doc?”

I shake my head. “I can’t say for sure but it doesn’t sound like it. I’m almost done, then you can rest—”