Chapter 5

“By the way, what the fuck is up with this?” Jake demanded, moving even closer. Now, barely a foot separated us. My nostrils flared as I tried to catch his scent—he still smelled exactly the same. Like fresh soap and laundry detergent.

“What?” I asked.

“You were going to let them kill you,” he accused, but I didn’t hear anger in his voice. If anything, he sounded pained. Disappointed.

I didn’t know what to say. “Because I just couldn’t stand the thought of living without you” didn’t seem like an acceptable answer, but what did I know? He’d risked his life coming here to save me. Did that mean he hated the thought of living without me? Could it be possible that he actually missed me? Or did he just feel like he had some sort of obligation toward me? He was incredibly loyal, and I had a feeling that was an innate trait, not part of the conditioning.