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"She said they're preparing as we speak." Her voice was hurried. " We can stop them."
He kissed her cheek. "Let's."
"She don't die, okay? She just won't."
She stood straight, glancing back. " They said that the leader is planning on taking her group and leaving.. it's urgent."
He smiled. "Thank you. I appreciate it."
He crossed his arms. "I'm sure she will."
Avice hesitated out of panic, then turned sharply and went to Jack, her expression blank. "Jack, there's a problem."
He nodded. "My car is still at my work, right?"
He nodded, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "That's true."
She frowned. "When?"
"Still," he said. "You look cute."
He frowned. "Maybe because we're both stubborn enough to figure out this timer thing out."
She was quiet, glancing at Jack in concern. "What do you mean?"
He laughed. "Thank you. You still look cute."
"I guess so," he said. "I like to look at the bright side."
She looked around, placing her hand carefully on her concealed dagger.
He laughed softly, his head tilting slightly. "A little."
"Tsk tsk," he muttered. "You have to say you will, and then it'll happen."
Avice turned her head sharply, her expression uncertain. "Did you hear that?"
Francis approached, moving behind her to kiss the side of her neck, his hair still damp. "Hey."
