“Swapped? Me!” He shook his head. “Nope, I’m still me. I have no desire to put you anywhere close to a jail right now.” And he really didn’t. With these things happening like they were, he’d rather keep the people that he knew he could trust close. “I tell you, I don’t like those Senior Partners or whatever the hell that they are. Sure don’t trust them after everything.” He frowned, pouring himself another glass.
“Yeah, two days. I was crossing a street and walked into a light pole. I’m fucking lucky I didn’t walk into a car. Your twin helped me. Probably scared the shit out of his girl.” He sighed, remembering the incident very vividly. “Will say, they aren’t wrong about the senses. When you lose one, the others seem heightened. It’s odd, but I could hear things. Or, it seemed like I could.”