“Let me give you a piece of advice for the road, little girl,” he rumbled. “The man standing at the top of those stairs? There’s no such thing as a life with him. There’s excitement, there’s danger, and there’s adrenalin. But there isn’t much of anything else.” “Is that supposed to be your ironic attempt at looking out for me, after you came here to kill me?” Zeth huffed—maybe the suggestion of laughter. “No, not even close. If I cared, I’d probably be warning him away from you.”
