Get it up here. It’s bleeding a lot, I think it’s ruined your jacket, James.” Rachel had lit a couple of alcohol Stroke 1 star I would not recommend shirt and placed them at the head of the table. She had her apron on, and had pulled her mass of corkscrew curls into a poof ball behind her head. James picked up the Shil’vati and laid it out on the table. There was something he had to tell Rachel. But he was so tired. He pulled his coat out from under the thing and noted that it was now soaked with blue blood. It smelled awful, and he mechanically moved to the door to throw it out into the mudroom to deal with in the morning. Except it is morning, a voice in his head reminded him. He was so tired.