[i]Miles nodded and did as told, playing along, grunting, coughing, sputtering, and gasping, though it made little difference. Inside, Tara heard it. Normally she’d have gone outside and chased whoever was after him away, but she wasn’t his sister. What did she care? If he ever got in, well then he could patch himself up. If he laid outside for the rest of the night, then he’d get in in the morning with a cold. Quite honestly, she didn’t care. After several minutes, Miles stopped, and gestures for the man to stop hurting himself. [/i] “She’s not gonna come.” [i]He said with a sigh.[/i]