Zero didn’t even show up the next night, or the night after that. Eden was reduced to peeking out the windows of the building in a vain search for slight movements in the darkness like someone waiting for a lover to come sneaking around with a sweet serenade.
This was unacceptable. She was in dire danger, and she was waiting futilely for him to prove his usefulness. If she didn’t know any better, she would have mistaken herself for a crying damsel in distress.
Absolutely not. If she couldn’t utilize Zero for her purposes, she was just going to have to arrange a different solution for herself.
Seven nights after she took a bullet to the gut, she was sure that it was past time to try being a little proactive again. Cautiously. After weighing her options, she dialed Marco. Puck wasn’t an o
