Chapter 22
She cupped his face with her hands. “You didn’t die. Why?” She smiled at him.
“Did you want me to?” He smiled back.
“But I saw—”
He pressed a kiss on her lips to stop her from talking.
Someone had let Dan out of the cell. He walked toward Zach, cursing. Zach turned and looked at him. “You should thank me for locking you in. Now you don’t have to explain to anyone that the reason you don’t get involved in fights is because you don’t approve violence—and not because you’re a chicken.”
“And you think throwing yourself at drawn weapons is sensible?” Dan said.
Zach shrugged. “It worked.”
Mya looked at the gash on Zach’s arm. From the wound, red blood seeped out instead of the silver substance. “It’s only a seal. Ayana moved it when she gave me the wristband. Because it’s such
