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the shaft visible through the tear in the skin.
    I’d broken it.
    Dazed, exhausted, and numb with pain, I almost gave in and collapsed. This would take half an hour to an hour to heal, and I’d be in no state to drive anywhere. My other injuries still weren’t improving, either, making me worry that it might take even longer. I needed to take a good look at my leg again.
    Thanks to the motorcycle headlight and lightening rain, I was able to see the weeping gash much more clearly. It looked horrible, its edges crusted with blood and grit, and it hadn’t even started to close up yet. But it had been two hours. What the hell?
    The answer came almost instantly. Only one thing would slow down the healing process in a Timeless. And it had to still be sitting in my leg.
    Biting my lip, I grasped the edge of my thigh and crunched the bone back into place . I hollered, not caring who was listening. I knew what I had to do, and it was going to hurt more than anything, but if I didn’t find that Tresez nail, I’d never get to Sagle.
    Never get to Cheyenne.
    I poked my index finger into the wound and felt along the broken flesh. Fresh blood surged out, and I squeezed the cut. I needed to get as much of the toxin out of my system as possible. My bad arm was clumsy, unable to keep steady, but I didn’t give up. I wasn’t going to move from this spot until I’d removed the nail.
    At last, I found it. A tiny, curved piece of black that could easily have been mistaken for a stone. As I plucked it free, the relief was instant. The burning vanished, and I felt the skin start to mend. However, I didn’t stop, checking the wound again and again, making sure not even a single piece was left behind.
    Once I was satisfied, I wiped my hands on the grass and staggered to my feet. Yes, I could put weight through my leg now, and I didn’t feel so sickly anymore. Still, I knew these injuries would take hours to fully resolve. But at least I’d get to Sagle.
    Snapping the helmet visor shut again, I hobbled to the fallen bike and adjusted the gears. The engine ceased whining, and I set the vehicle upright again. The damage was mostly cosmetic, but I knew Colt was going to kill me. The front plate was dented, the paint scratched off, and there was a nasty tear on the leather seat.
    Sighing, I wheeled it back to the road, then jumped up and kick-started it again. I’d wasted enough time already.
    I could only pray I wasn’t too late.

    The streets of Sagle were quiet by the time I got off the highway. It was late evening, and I clenched my teeth. Despite removing the Tresez nail, my arm and leg continued to throb, and driving was becoming more and more challenging. And even though I’d made good time, I couldn’t congratulate myself yet. I had to find a way to contact the Wilsons.
    I flipped open the visor of m y helmet, pulling into the cent e r of town. There had to be a phone booth somewhere. I’d tried my phone again, but the battery had died, and now I was so close to Cheyenne, I didn’t want the signal to be tracked. Calling from a local line would be the safest option, for both of us.
    At last I found a booth in front of a closed department store. A few people were still hanging around, and they shot me questioning looks as I took off my helmet and limped towards the paneled doors. I ignored them, hoping the dim light would hide the worst of my wounds. Most of my cuts had stopped bleeding, but I looked a total mess, and I didn’t want to deal with curious onlookers.
    Fumbling with the door, I sank against the rear panel, catching my breath. Guess I’d not taken the nail out quick enough—I was still feeling the side effects. I fished out Gene’s card again and some loose change. Soon I had the receiver tucked under my ear, and I pressed in the coins. A quick dial later, and the other end was ringing. I counted eight bells until someone answered.
    “Hello?”
    I froze. It was a girl’s voice. One I could’ve sworn I heard
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