Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.
She'd known Jake since her junior year of college.
Jake, something is really wrong with me.
"I Googled your symptoms," Jake said and unfolded a piece of paper.
She's still a bitch, by the way, Jake said.
Struck by something else, she removed her sunglasses and eyed Jake, saying, You know, you haven't spoken to me more than to say hello in two years.
"No, Lacy—" "You've been lying to Jake, too.
Hey, hon, Jake told me you quit work?
Her fingers brushed the folded paper Jake had given her.
Sofia hung up and stared at the number on the paper, wondering if Jake had lied to her or if he flat out screwed up the number.
Jake was risking getting caught to call him.
Jake turned and stared at him, dropped an awkward bow, and straightened, his mouth lax.
Jake looked at Laney, then at him.
"I found someone," Jake said.
I ran into someone I knew from college, Jake said and began to pace again, half-lost in his thoughts as he spoke.
She can't go out in sunlight … Jake trailed off, deep in thought.
He'd begun to think their recruitment standards were slipping until Jake mentioned the operation.
I just have this feeling… Jake said, his face troubled.
Laney lifted his chin toward Jake, who nodded.
"No, Jake," she mumbled and pushed herself up.
Jake reached for her, and she recoiled.
Jake cleaved in two by a maniacal man with a sword.
Every vision she'd had, even when Jake touched her, had been of death.
Jake asked hopefully, reappearing in the bathroom doorway.
Jake asked in a hushed voice.
Jake was so quiet, she thought he left until he spoke again.
Jake watched her slump again and rubbed his mouth nervously.
Jake looked over at her still body, feeling somewhat guilty.
"Thanks, boss," Jake said.
"We're gone," Jake said with a grunt as he lifted her again.
Jake drew a deep breath, closed his eyes, and disappeared.
Jake followed, and Han was already waiting for her.
A few minutes later, Jake returned with a jug of water, appearing less than excited.
She left the door cracked until she heard Jake greet Damian as the leader passed her room.
"Great," Jake said, rising from his seat outside her door and trailing her down the stairs.
"Sofia," Jake called, trailing.
Jake slid into the passenger seat beside her, pulling out his cell as he did.
Jake didn't follow her as she strode into the airport and checked in, careful not to brush up against anyone for fear of the jarring visions.
"She flew," Dusty said, leveling a look on Jake, who stood in a corner with his head bowed.
Agreed. Jake, prepare yourself.
Jake gave her enough that she should sleep for another day or so, Han answered.
Determined first to get rid of her cotton mouth and then to kill Jake, she wrenched open the door, blinded by the hall light she didn't recall leaving on.