Theodora was livid. She had been taken captive by the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, one who also happened to be an i***t.
Had he run from the scene of the crime?
No.
Had he hidden from the authorities?
No.
Had he ensured the survival of both of them?
No. He had stayed right in the Institute, putting her life in jeopardy. He hadn’t run to the exit to Chicago’s netherzones, oh no—he’d gone straight back to the scene of the crime, staying within the walls of the Institute. It was the worst predicament possible.
It seemed that she had made a tactical error. Even worse, she’d hit the alarm on her palm in panic, triggering the bounty notice with 10,000 units of cred on it before she’d realized that she might be able to save herself.
At least she’d lied to her captor about the load
