"Niko," she whispered, falling to her knees at his side.Olan patted her on the arm, giving her a dry smile. "It's just a crease," he said. "He'll have... a hell of a headache, but he'll live."Niko stirred, slapping at Olan's arm. Camille saw the blood on the side of his head where a bullet had grazed his skull. She did a quick, but thorough check of the rest of him to make sure there were no holes. Satisfied, she returned her attention to his head wound."Can you hear me?" she asked."On your feet,. It had been nearly two months sinceKaty's birthday party and I hadn't seen any of my extended family sincethen. But the fact that mom had made me bring my guitar meant that theyhadn't forgotten what had happened the last time we had gotten together atmy grandparents' house. Grandaddy had obtained a karaoke machine for ourannual Fourth of July party, and the two songs I had performed had been thehighlight of the night, according to my Aunt Judy.Apparently Aunt Judy wanted us to have a talent. Sis asked if I would mind if she took a break; the sun was perfect in her fenced-in back yard for sunning herself. I told her no problem and kept working. When she emerged from the house, she had what I guessed was a pitcher of margaritas, but was also sporting a flowered French-cut bikini and a pair of sunglasses. ‘Whoah!’ I said, shocked and a little bit embarrassed. ‘Ok; guess I’ll take that as a compliment,’ she responded. I had never seen my sister in such a revealing outfit; and the man. When I came back I saw him wearing only boxer shorts and holding a hand towel and the AC was switched on. I thanked him and said, “Let’s start the interview.”He said, “Ok but do you want anything to drink.” I replied, “No thank you but can we quickly start as I have to go somewhere in an hour.” He said that he is looking for specific points for the feedback and we sat formally. He then pulled the chair and offer the seat to me. He comfortably jumped on the bed.He sat folding his legs in such a.