"We can't let this happen again," Ethan slurred groggily, holding an ice pack to the back of his head. He'd come to just a few hours previous, and was just starting to recuperate. He looked up at Jesse, pain in his eyes. "...I could have hurt you."
"Shut up about that," Jesse huffed, rolling her eyes. "I wouldn't be here if I was scared of him. Don't blame yourself, Ethan."
He opened his mouth, only to close it again. Instead, Ethan just nodded slowly, staring down at the kitchen counter where he was sitting.
"What do we do now?" he asked, his voice tremorous.
"I know what to look for," Jesse offered, nodding intensely. "Maybe next time we can stop this thing in its tracks."
"How?" Ethan's hands were shaking worse than his voice. Jesse sighed, striding over to him and taking the ice pack from his hands. She held it up to his head herself, letting him fidget nervously with a piece of paper on the counter.
"I don't know," Jesse admitted, lowering her voice. She leaned toward his ear, adding, "But we'll figure it out together."
- - - Meanwhile - - -
Blank was furious.
That girl had interfered again. Jesse.
Blank's mind raced at the mere thought of her. She was clearly the most wonderful woman he'd ever know. He was desperate to see her again, to gain her love, her trust. And not for a falsehood like she'd pulled last time.
But, as Blank continued to think, reality set in. He had an objective to fulfill. Controlling Ethan Nestor was essential. Jesse was getting in the way.
She'd pulled the wool over his eyes; she'd distracted him. She was a parasite. Blank felt grim determination rise up inside him.
Beautiful or not... Jesse was as good as dead.
And Ethan was going to kill her.
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