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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">Chapter 39<br>Alone with Lumani, Munroe stepped to the bathroom, returned with a towel, and draped it over his legs in a concession to his modesty. <br>She squatted again, looked at him eye-to-eye, and this time Lumani didn’t challenge or avoid her gaze, <br>although gradually his focus moved from her face to her torso and he stared at the jacket.<br>“I hit you,” he said. “And you got right back up.”<br>She stood so that the jacket straightened. Ran her hand along the leather and paused at the hole near her heart. <br>Allowed him to see it, then spread her fingers and ran them along the front, pausing at each of the hits she’d taken from Tamás.<br>“Fashionable armor,” he said. “Those pieces are very expensive.”<br>She nodded.<br>“I should have demanded the jacket from the beginning,” he said, “together with...