\u201dWhat\u2019d you say?\u201d
\nBrock was suddenly standing at my elbow. Somehow, the smell of him didn\u2019t seem overpowering anymore.
\nIt\u2019s not. Here, it fits in. It doesn\u2019t clash<\/u>.<\/i>
\nI shook my head, partly to clear it. \u201cNothing. I\u2019m tired. It\u2019s been a long trip.\u201d
\nHe looked at me for a few more seconds. \u201cHow\u2019s the pain?\u201d
\nI started, suddenly sure I\u2019d lost the needle, and felt for it just below my right collarbone. Still there. Still there? I frowned. \u201cThere isn\u2019t any pain.\u201d I looked at him. \u201cNot that I mind, but you said the pain would still be there.\u201d
\nBrock looked at me, then glanced over his shoulder as Bhuto emerged from the gray-green scrub brush where he\u2019d gone scouting and nodded. \u201cI was wrong.\u201d
\nI started to ask what else he might have be wrong about, but the look on his face (probably the cloud cover<\/i>) made me think better of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201dWhat\u2019d you say?\u201d Brock was suddenly standing at my elbow. Somehow, the smell of him didn\u2019t seem overpowering anymore. It\u2019s not. Here, it fits in. It doesn\u2019t clash. I shook my head, partly to clear it. \u201cNothing. I\u2019m tired. It\u2019s been a long trip.\u201d He looked at me for a few more seconds. \u201cHow\u2019s the … <\/p>\n