Yrah couldn’t concentrate even though she was supposed to be monitoring a patient they needed to rush to the hospital. Technically, it wasn’t even her shift, but Jaz had food poisoning and couldn’t get out of bed, so Yrah had to cover for her. She couldn’t stop looking at her wristwatch. It was almost eight in the evening. Frodo said Gresso’s match would start at eight. She told the kid to convince—beg—Gresso to call off the fight, but Frodo only said that his Patron would not listen. She would have gone herself, except she was needed at the clinic.One of the undercover guards approached her and offered her a canned coffee drink, but Yrah refused. “Oh, no. I don’t need to be jumpier than I already am.” She rechecked her watch. “How much longer do you think Dr. Z would take?”“He should be back in about thirty minutes. He only went to the other medical center to fetch some vaccin
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