Azalea wanted to argue.
She wanted to drag him out of there by force if she had to.
But she recognized that look; she had seen it before. And it scared her.
When Zayden set his mind on something, nothing could change it.
"You're unbelievable," she said.
"I learned from the best," Zayden shot back.
Even with everything going on, Azalea couldn't help but smile a bit. She looked at his wound again. "Can I at least check it—"
"It's just a scratch," Zayden said. "Yeah, it bled a lot and looks worse than it really is."
"That's not just a scratch. That's—"
"Zaria." He put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm good, I promise. It hurts, but I'm not about to kick the bucket. Okay?"
She stared into his eyes and saw the truth there. He was in pain, probably a lot of it, but he wasn't going anywhere. Not even close.
He was Hazard King, the head of the mafia and king of the underworld. He'd been through worse and came out alive.
