“We don’t want this plan to kick off too early or too late. Timing is everything. It’s the difference between life and death.”
Saint isn’t being melodramatic.
And neither am I when I ask, “What about Zoey?”
“She’ll be out cold. She won’t have a choice this time when I throw her ass into that raft.”
“And what happens then?”
The question is inevitable. Zoey and I have no love lost between us, and honestly, I can’t see us ever getting along. But Saint has never promised me anything other than my freedom. He’s never painted a picture where I live happily ever after with him.
This was always about saving Zoey. But things have changed. Well, they have for me.
“Let’s just focus on getting out of here alive.”
He’s right.
“So please”—he lowers his lips to my forehead—“for once, do what you
