Chapter 18 b Foolish Defiance

She leaned away from him. “What are you doing?” Her eyes lowered and her expression hardened with concern.

“They’re still on? So, I haven’t died, huh?” He looked up, noting that her expression still hadn’t changed. He grew more serious than the grim reaper, and said, “take me to him.”

She hesitated. “To who? Firmin?” Iggy nodded and in response, she threw herself into a laughing fit at his expense. Her laugh was tiny and quiet, like a mouse’s, but full of mockery still. Her hand cupped her forehead. “You can’t go anywhere. You need to rest.” She huffed and glanced at the bedroom door. “No one’s ready for you, yet. You have a fresh heart transplant and broken hands-”

“Exactly.”

“Exactly, what?”