Appears

“That doesn’t really make sense,” Charlotte noted. “Did he take that hard of a beating? Not by the numbers, but in the story.”

I shrugged. “The point of the numbers is so I don’t have to worry about those details. Otherwise, we’d be here all night.”

Selene, having lit the paper remains of Jonan in an ashtray and moved on to rolling a new character, looked up. “The rain does no favors for his condition.”