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Oh
no
…
not
the
Katherine
Kavanagh
Inquisition
.
I
shake
my
head
in
a
back
-
off
-
now
-
Kavanagh
way
—
but
I
might
as
well
be
dealing
with
a
blind
,
deaf
mute
.
“
You
’
ve
been
crying
.
”
She
has
an
exceptional
gift
for
stating
the
damned
obvious
sometimes
.
“
What
did
that
bastard
do
to
you
?
”
she
growls
,
and
her
face
—
jeez
,
she
’
s
scary
.
“
Nothing
,
Kate
.
”
That
’
s
actually
the
problem
.
The
thought
brings
a
wry
smile
to
my
face
.
“
Then
why
have
you
been
crying
?
You
never
cry
,
”
she
says
,
her
voice
softening
.
She
stands
,
her
green
eyes
brimming
with
concern
.
She
puts
her
arms
around
me
and
hugs
me
.
I
need
to
say
something
just
to
get
her
to
back
off
.
“
I
was
nearly
knocked
over
by
a
cyclist
.
”
It
’
s
the
best
that
I
can
do
,
but
it
distracts
her
momentarily
from
…
him
.
“
Jeez
,
Ana
—
are
you
okay
?
Were
you
hurt
?
”
She
holds
me
at
arm
’
s
length
and
does
a
quick
visual
checkup
on
me
.
“
No
.
Christian
saved
me
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
But
I
was
quite
shaken
.
”
“
I
’
m
not
surprised
.
How
was
coffee
?
I
know
you
hate
coffee
.
”
“
I
had
tea
.
It
was
fine
,
nothing
to
report
really
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
he
asked
me
.
”
“
He
likes
you
,
Ana
.
”
She
drops
her
arms
.
