Chapter 9

He tried to power through it, reminding himself that he had plenty of access to the right pills and care to make sure he didn’t succumb like his mother had.

But it wore him down. He always felt tired, either from the sedative he took to keep the tingling and shaking at bay or being sick all the time. And constantly taking pills and shots—Dakota hated it. He had so many. One upset his stomach if he didn’t have a full meal before. And, of course, he needed to keep them hidden from Ken and the others. They couldn’t know how bad off he was, or they wouldn’t trust him to go on missions.

There was no one else to do it.