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Paris felt like a breath of fresh air after Marseille. The trip had healed him but it was still the most emotionally draining thing he'd done in years. Booker felt weirdly heavier and lighter. It was just a weird state of being that he didn't really like but would have to live with.
He was almost so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice his apartment door open without needing keys. Almost. Booker drew his gun and stepped in, ready to shoot whatever asshole thought he had stuff worth stealing. He froze. The woman he dreamed of drowning at the bottom of the ocean was there.
And then she kicked his ass. He didn't expect her to spring at him like a snake or tear into him so viciously. Booker fought for his life but she beat him down and then he was dead.
He wasn't dead in a trunk a few minutes later. Even though he kicked and fought to escape this was a serious trunk, almost like it was specifically designed to keep in a two hundred year old warrior.
Quyhn took him to a warehouse and secured him with heavy chain to a wall. All she wanted was help finding Andy. Booker refused. That got him another ass kicking. She asked again and he refused. Whatever she wanted from Andy it couldn't be good. He had betrayed them all once. He wouldn't do it again.
Booker realized he was bait about two days into being her prisoner. She stopped asking for his help and just made sure he suffered.
Finally, someone was treating him like he deserved. Booker settled into the pain as he tried to focus on how to escape. Very hard to do when he was chained to the wall with heavy iron manacles but a man could hope.
He was almost so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice his apartment door open without needing keys. Almost. Booker drew his gun and stepped in, ready to shoot whatever asshole thought he had stuff worth stealing. He froze. The woman he dreamed of drowning at the bottom of the ocean was there.
And then she kicked his ass. He didn't expect her to spring at him like a snake or tear into him so viciously. Booker fought for his life but she beat him down and then he was dead.
He wasn't dead in a trunk a few minutes later. Even though he kicked and fought to escape this was a serious trunk, almost like it was specifically designed to keep in a two hundred year old warrior.
Quyhn took him to a warehouse and secured him with heavy chain to a wall. All she wanted was help finding Andy. Booker refused. That got him another ass kicking. She asked again and he refused. Whatever she wanted from Andy it couldn't be good. He had betrayed them all once. He wouldn't do it again.
Booker realized he was bait about two days into being her prisoner. She stopped asking for his help and just made sure he suffered.
Finally, someone was treating him like he deserved. Booker settled into the pain as he tried to focus on how to escape. Very hard to do when he was chained to the wall with heavy iron manacles but a man could hope.
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"I don't have to stay. She can't dream of me anymore to find me." Booker could vanish into the wild and not be heard from for years if he wanted. "But I think she has help. She can't know this much about the world without help."
And he didn't know who that help was but it only made sense. Someone had to help her out of the water. Someone had to help get her to Paris. Someone had to help her find him.
"I'll make that call." Booker knew Joe meant a text message but the chance to hear Andy's voice again was too much temptation. He turned away with the phone and called Andy.
She didn't agree with staying away but luckily he had Nile on his side. She agreed that Andy needed to hide instead of facing Quynh. They'd come up with another place to meet up soon.
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He sipped at his tea and sat back, looking at Nicky instead of at Booker. His blunt nails tapped against the mug.
"The only way we got you out of that place was with Nicky. We just can't take her on alone. Throw mortal Andy into it and the more fragmented we are, the more likely we all end up holding hands in a cage at the bottom of the ocean."
He sipped his tea again, stood up, and walked off to double-check the doors were all locked. Over his shoulder he threw out the parting words:
"Until this is over, you're with us."
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At least he had enough sense now to ignore that thought. It wasn't helpful and even he knew it was stupid.
"Until this is over," he echoed with a small nod of his head and then looked away. Those words meant a lot and Booker needed a moment to compose himself.
He wasn't quite home like before but it was closer than he deserved after his mistake. Booker was grateful, so damn grateful. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how they dealt with another immortal hell bent on killing one of them.
"I'll, uh, get a shower then." Because he was a mess of dirt and dried blood. He needed that. Then food and rest if he was going to be useful to his family.