Denver.
By the time we hit the mainland, my head was a loaded gun.
Every move from here on out had to be calculated. One wrong step, and this thing would blow wide open.
I killed the engine and jumped out first, tying the boat off before helping Zee down. My hand stayed locked around her waist as we hit the dock.
I scanned the area automatically; the habit was burned into me after years of living the way I do. Too many unfamiliar faces. Too many goddamn eyes.
Every shadow looked wrong.
I hated it.
Then I felt Zee’s fingers brush mine lightly, grounding me without even realizing it. For a second, I almost let myself breathe.
I needed her out of this. Away from all of it. Away from me, even.
But that was bullshit and I knew it. I couldn’t stay away from her. Didn’t matter how deep t
