Zebriks’ POV
I could tell Abby was exhausted—it had been a long day for her—and I wasn’t ready for her to see this side of me in the integration room later. It made Mia’s sessions look like child’s play. I already knew he wouldn’t be walking out of the cells. We’d keep him alive until Dr. Carson confirmed that the girl was strong enough to withstand the severing of the mate bond. At the rate she’s going, that could be as soon as tomorrow—and don’t get me started on Andrew, who was going to be in on this too.
We sat in silence, waiting for them to arrive in my office. Abby settled in my lap, soaking in the calm we both desperately needed. Then there came a knock. She sprang up as if caught off guard, immediately blushing. I couldn’t help but laugh. Looking up at me, she whispered, "Remind
