Chapter 429

• Seeing they would not leave unless he agreed he nodded. The short one plunked herself down on the bench next to him and he hissed as his side stung from the movement. She looked down and saw some spots of blood on his shirt. Her eyes shot wide and she began to chatter to her friend in French almost too fast to discern individual words. She looked back at Ben in shock. "You were shot?"
• "It's just a flesh wound," he said with his poor British accent.
• The young woman just blinked at him and Ben shrugged. It was worth another try.