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I grit my teeth so hard I’m surprised they don’t break.

Hollow Creek.

That motherfucker’s in Hollow Creek.

I walk toward the window again. “Why are you there?”

“Getting food.”

“There are stores outside Hollow Creek.”

“Sure. But Hollow Creek has festive cookies.”

I close my eyes.

He's fucking with me.

“What do you want?”

“Just checking on my favorite grounded assassin.”

“I'm hanging up.”

“Wait.”

I don’t hang up, though I should.

Beck knows I’m still here. The silence on his end becomes smug.

I hate that asshole.

“So,” he says.

“Whatever it is, no.”

“I didn't ask anything.”

“You were going to.”

“I was going to ask if you needed anything.”

An image of Chaos in her catsuit fills my mind.

“No.”

“Food?”

“No.”

“Beer?”

I hesitate, then remember the pain pills. “No.”

“A blonde?”

My entire body goes still.

Beck laughs.