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“Ew, I don’t want to rot from the inside,” Grace said, wrinkling her nose.

“There’s got to be a doctor’s office somewhere in town,” Zoe figured.

“I saw one back there,” the knight said, hiking his thumb over his shoulder.

“Why don’t you drive Grace there and I’ll follow you?”Zoe suggested.Their belongings were in her car and she wanted to get away from the café before moving them.

Nodding, Amaros swung Grace off her feet and carried her to the black truck.“My hero!”she said in fake adoration as he deposited her in the front passenger seat.

Snickering despite the shock that was creeping up on her, Zoe grabbed the bags of food Grace had dropped.She hurried to her car and followed the truck for a couple of blocks.

Banners were strung from lampposts, along with signs proclaiming a festival was coming up.“They won’t be having any festivals here for the foreseeable future,” she murmured.Fresh sorrow that the world might never be the same again welled up.Willing it away, she parked behind Amaros and got out of her car.

Grace didn’t get a chance to pick the lock this time.The knight kicked the door open and strode into the doctor’s office.They were lucky the door didn’t have an alarm.Zoe hurried inside and shut the door, which no longer had the capacity to latch.

“Do you have any medical experience?”Grace asked Amaros as he carried her into the examination room.

“I’ve patched up my men when they’ve almost lost their limbs too many times to count,” he said wryly.“I’ve lost arms and legs myself during some of our wars.”

“Did you die?”Zoe asked, horrified at the thought of him being injured so badly.

“Not always,” he replied.“We can continue to fight even with just one arm.It’s more difficult when we lose a leg.”

“What sort of weapons did you use in the past?”Grace queried.

He placed her on the bed, then held out his hand.“We use these to kill Chaos’ soldiers,” he said.

They both gasped when a shiny silver and gold sword appeared in his hand.Several large diamonds adorned it.“Where did that come from?”Zoe asked.

“We’ve always been able to call on Order’s swords,” he said.The weapon vanished and he searched the cupboards for supplies.

Chapter Thirteen

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AMAROS WAS GLAD HEhad a task to keep himself busy.Zoe had come too close to being shot back at the café.He’d assumed they would be okay when he hadn’t sensed anyone close by.The old woman he’d seen sprawled on the floor had seemed too frail to hurt a fly.It just proved everyone who’d been left behind was dangerous to some degree.