The air reeked of blood and rot.
Zara sprinted through the base, heart pounding.
Gunfire and screams echoed around her, but she didn't stop. The walls dripped with fresh gore, the floor slick beneath her boots. Emergency lights flickered, bathing everything in hellish red.
Then she saw him.
Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, completely at ease. A smirk curved his lips when he saw her.
"You should've come with me," he said smoothly.
Zara narrowed her eyes. "Fuck off."
His smirk widened, but there was something dangerous in his expression now. "Come on, Zara. Couldn't you take the out when I gave it to you? Instead, you chose him?" He scoffed, pushing off the wall. "You should have ditched Winter when you had the chance."
She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "And gone with you? Delusional."
His face darkened. "I would have taken care of you. Better than he ever could." His voice dropped, rough with something ugly. "Maybe all you needed was someone to fuck you right."
