He couldn't risk it, not like this. A dozen men charging into a warehouse with guns, all of them little better than wild animals - a single stray bullet could mean Eden's death. Zero had come too far to risk that, and as she stared at him with that infuriatingly radiant smile, he knew that he would have to go empty-handed tonight, too. If only to make sure that he would have another chance, he had to get out of here.
A knife. In her damn neck. Zero didn't want to know how far she would go the next time they crossed paths, but he had precious few options left and only one that had a fair chance at preserving her life.
How was it that he was the one desperately trying to keep her alive while she rushed headlong into reckless danger? Why did she overestimate herself this way when she had be
