“He was not my partner. It was not his job to protect me, and I didn’t want him to. I just wanted him to die.” Jeremy’s heart skipped a beat. “You don’t mean that.” Jean dug cruel fingers into his bandages. “I was glad when he lost his hand. Exy is all he has and all he loves; I knew it would destroy him to lose it. A month in the Nest without it, maybe two, and he would have no recourse but to kill himself. I was only alive because he made me promise to survive. If he died, who could hold me to that? I would have slashed the tires on his car before I let him escape us, and he knows it.”
