Jonathan sims books7/1/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() When he had returned to himself after … whatever had happened, the invitation tucked into his jacket had been the only clue about his missing days. Nonetheless, he was still Jésus Candido, and he would not be defeated so easily. His memory of the last week was patchy and confused, but he knew one thing with absolute certainty: his home had been taken from him and he could not return. He felt like his whole body had been wrung dry and his right hand was swollen and bruised. And then Damian would learn exactly how stupid he had been in coming here. And he had to trust that he’d know when that was. Even if his idea was going to work, he had to wait for the right moment. Damian tried to decide if there was something he should be doing yet. The walls had always been where the pain, the imported suffering of this place, seemed most concentrated and he could feel it more strongly here than elsewhere in the building. He didn’t want to touch the walls in the penthouse. ![]() Into the corner, but caught himself just in time. ![]()
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