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Kira was dozing off in her seat when her legs suddenly jerked in a sleep start. ‘Ouch!’ The pain in her left ankle came back. She bent forward to rub the ankle, hoping to massage the pain away. ‘What are you doing?’ Austyn looked at her. ‘My ankle hurts.’ He tossed the butt of the burnt-out cigarette away. ‘Did you sprain it?’ ‘I think so.’ He snorted. ‘That’ll teach you to pull a stunt like that just now.’ ‘No, I sprained it back at the club, when I jumped down from the countertop too fast.’ ‘What? Why didn’t you tell me?’ That was almost half an hour ago. Kira didn’t reply. Back then, she was anxious to leave the restroom and avoid getting seen. And it wasn’t hurting that much. But now the pain had escalated. Austyn watched her manoeuvring awkwardly, trying to check on her ankle. There wasn’t enough space in front of the seat for her to lower her head. Her body was curled up. Like a cooked shrimp, Austyn thought. He opened the door on his side and stepped out of the car. Then he circ