Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.
She'd known Jake since her junior year of college.
"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.
My name is Jake H, employee number 0092841.
Jake H. Organization year: 2000.
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.
Jake, something is really wrong with me.
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 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.
While surprised to see him there, she was struck by how well Jake fit in with the other men.
"I gave you enough drugs that you should be asleep until next week," Jake said, joining Han.
"What did you do to me, Jake?" she demanded.
"We'll wait on that," Jake responded.
"Sofi, you shouldn't—" Jake started, eyes going nervously to the newcomer.
"Jake, clean up the floors," D ordered.
He reflected on the images in her mind when Jake touched her.
Jake obeyed and darted to the bottom of the stairs, pacing.
Jake asked from his seat nearby.
He'd followed her and Jake all around the house earlier like a bored puppy.
"Hey, now, I did bring you here and try to help you," Jake pointed out.
"I'm sorry, Jake," she said.
Jake ignored him, and she shook her head.
Jake, am I a vampire?
Jake followed, and Han was already waiting for her.