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"Emma --" "I'm calling." Emma lunged for her phone. "No!" Julian said, forcefully enough to stop her. "You know we can't tell anyone. About Mark --" "You're not going to bleed to death in a car for Mark!" "No," he said, looking at her. His eyes were eerily green-blue, the only bright color in the dark interior of the car. "You're going to fix me."