As I wash my hands, the soap burns the few scratches that haven’t fully healed yet. Shit. I blow on my knuckles to take away the slight twinge.

I listen to the bond. It hums quietly. She’s fine.

There’s a thump, as if a body was heaved at the door. It creaks opens, and Kyle eases his head in. I guess they finally got tired of arguing with him to come get me.

He coughs. “Uh, ready, man?”

“Give me five.” I still need to shower.

Kyle winces at the glass on the floor. “I’ll get someone to clean that up.”

I grunt, and he leaves.

He’ll ring the sub-basement...