He fought against the shiver running down his back. He turned himself just enough to get a view of her and that big wide grin. It was clear this had been planned, and Quinn opted not to inform him of it.
“Why do I have the pleasure of your presence,” Smythe said in mock charm.
“We need to replenish your nanites,” Quinn said. “Your current was depleted from repairing the cell walls after we woke you up.”
“Doesn’t that require a hospital?”
“My, my, aren’t we on the ball today. We’ll you’re in luck…”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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