Why is it always him?
I brush past him, putting space between us before I do something incredibly stupid.
Like remember Prague.
Or worse—
Repeat it.
Focus.
“You have a plan?” I ask, keeping my voice steady.
“Working on it.”
“Comforting.”
He ignores that.
Of course he does. I smile.
I move to the window, careful, slow, checking angles.
They’re still out there.
Still hunting.
Good luck with that.
I’ve survived worse than this.
Unfortunately…
Now I have to survive this with him.
I glance back despite myself.
He’s watching me.
Not casually.
Not professionally.
Something else.
And I do not like the way that makes my stomach flip.
Nope.
Absolutely not.
I turn away fast.
“…Jesus, help me…”
“What was that?” he asks again.
“Nothing,” I snap.
