We stare at each other as each second ticks by, feeling like an eternity.
"Eight seconds," I whisper, ignoring the commotion behind me as the guards discuss what to do with Hannah.
I consider intervening, but I can't take my eyes off Wolfe.
I want her dead for what she's done.
If anything happens to him, I'll string her up myself.
Finally, Wolfe nods and I take that as permission to touch him. I fly into his arms, and he holds me against his chest.
I smack my fist into him and mumble, "You should've told me you took the vaccine. For a second, I thought I'd lost you."
His arms squeeze so tight I can feel my bones creak. "You should've assumed I took it."
I laugh, the sound a little watery.
"I've never seen you do anything to protect your health, and you're sceptical of all things z
