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“That,” Dante pointed at the scab, to which Angel turned, hiding the partially healed wound. He ushered her inside and followed, shutting the door behind them. She returned his gaze. He opened the refrigerator. “The bathroom is down the hall on the left.”
Angel about jumped as she heard him behind her. She was still an object, and he was still the client, but his concern calmed the anger from his demand. Angel winced ever so slightly, not wanting Dante to know the pain she was in. She continued to look Dante over, hearing Rich get in his truck and drive away.
