I still can't believe I actually slept in the arms of my favorite villain.
Even now, walking across the cracked concrete outside the base, the memory hits me like a wave.
His warmth.
His scent.
The steady rise and fall of his breathing against me…
I didn't drool in my sleep… right?
Oh God. What if I did?
"Rosalia, what are you thinking about?"
Liz's voice cut sharply into my spiral of panic.
"Ah—nothing. Nothing at all."
My response came out too fast—too defensive.
Liz stepped closer with a bright, teasing smile on her face. Personally, I found her features incredibly handsome, especially when she fought. There was something wild and fierce in her expression then, the kind of beauty that didn't need soft curves or gentle eyes to be irresistible.
Today, she was still spattered with dried zombie blood. A smear across her cheek, a dark stain on her jaw. She lifted a cloth, wiping her face casually as if gore were as normal as morning dew.
Right. We're outside the base.
