Chapter 16

“Better us than Sheeryn,” she said. “You have ammo left?”

“Plenty.”

“Think you can improve your aim and take her out?”

“There’s nothing to improve. I got exactly what I was aiming for the first time.”

She smiled. “I never pegged you for a guy who likes to toy with your target.”

“Because I’m not. Games are for people who could accept losing as an option.”

“And you don’t?”

He couldn’t tell her that he’d lost everything already, that his entire life had been turned upside down and inside out, ripped apart in mere seconds, because then she would ask questions, and he wouldn’t be able to refrain from giving her the answers she sought. There was no way to answer Anicka without revealing too much, and this was neither the time nor the place to distract her from their immediate danger.

So he leaned in and satisfied the immediate burn with a long, deep breath of her salty skin. “Losers don’t get paid,” he murmured in her ear.