“The hell I can’t,” Tony said. “I didn’t sign up for this.” He turned and looked at the writing on the floor.
“At least put the hood back on,” Gabriel shouted.
“Fine.” Tony turned back to the girl, only to find her staring at him. She continued to mumble, but her eyes were alive, where they had been dead a moment before. “What the hell are you staring at?” he yelled at the girl, his spittle splashing against her face like garlic scented rain.
Julia did not flinch. Her eyes stared at Tony, and her lips moved, but she did not so much as blink. Tony slapped her, hard, and her head rocked to the side. She turned her head back toward her assailant with the slow precision of a clock. When her eyes locked on his, her blood-smeared lips stopped moving. The mumbling continued.
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