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look. “Who did
this?”
    “It doesn’t matter,” he said. He took the
steps two at a time to join her on the porch.
    “Yes it does.”
    “ No, it doesn’t,” he insisted. “Trust
me. Just drop it. I’m just going to paint over it and leave it
be.”
    Remy looked like she wanted to argue but
didn’t. Instead, she turned and leaned against the siding by the
door, blocking his view of the “or” spray-painted there. She folded
her arms over her chest and watched him for a minute, much in the
same way he’d watched her earlier in the day when she’d been
throwing supplies around in the dining room at the main house. “So
you’re just going to put up with this?” she asked, rocking her head
back as if she were indicating the word on the wall. “You’re just
going to let these people walk all over you?”
    “I don’t have much of a choice in the
matter,” Dominic replied. “I owe these people. Everything I’ve done
since Michaluk broke out has antagonized them and put their
survival at risk. The least I can do is keep my mouth shut now that
the status quo has changed.”
    “I wasn’t aware that there even was a
status quo,” Remy said.
    “There is. And compared to me, you’re part
of the larger portion of it.” He sighed and shoved his hands into
his pockets, standing there under her scrutiny for a long moment,
before flicking his eyes toward the side of the house. The wall
that enclosed the community loomed there, mere feet away from the
side of the building, casting the entire yard in shadow. He pressed
his lips together and then nodded and motioned toward her. “Move
over, let me get inside,” he said. “I want to show you
something.”
    “Is it something good?” Remy asked.
    Dominic rolled his eyes and nudged her
sideways, opening the front door and leaning inside. He grabbed the
rifle he kept propped beside the door, scooped up the extra
ammunition magazines from the table alongside it, and tucked them
into his pockets. He added a sheathed machete to the belt he
already wore, and then pulled the door shut once more. “Follow me,”
he instructed.
    “Where are we going?” Remy asked, the
intrigue in her voice clear.
    “Just hush and follow me,” Dominic repeated.
He started for the side of the porch, climbing over the railing and
dropping down onto the half-dead flowerbed on the other side. He
turned to help Remy over the rail and asked, “You’ve got weapons,
right?”
    “I always have weapons,” Remy said as she
grasped his shoulders. He wrapped his hands around her waist,
silently marveling at how slim she was, and had to force himself to
let go once her boots were planted on the old mulch.
    “What kinds?”
    “My Sig Sauer, my Ruger, and my bolo knife,”
she said, clearly confused.
    “Spare ammo?”
    “Of course. Why? Where are we going that
requires guns and knives?”
    Dominic shook his head and motioned for her
to follow him. He started to walk along the side of the house,
heading for the backyard and the wall beyond it. “You’ll see.” He
hesitated and then asked, “You trust me, right?” She gave him a
surprised look. “I mean, you know I’m not going to intentionally
take you into something that would be certain to get you killed,
right?”
    If it were possible, that statement made
Remy look even more intrigued than before. “Oh, you’re taking me
somewhere awesome , aren’t you?”
    Dominic chuckled. “Maybe,” he said. Then he
fell silent, wading through the grass to the back wall around the
community. He looked around, checking to make sure they weren’t
being watched, and then knelt and pulled free two metal spikes from
the dirt. He set them aside and grasped the boards, swinging them
to the side.
    When the community’s leaders had decided
that the best course of action was to board over the wrought-iron
fencing surrounding the community and build a thirty-foot wall,
Dominic had immediately planned an escape route, wanting his own
unmonitored path