Fuck

61.

I knew it wasn't fair to ask Cheng Bo Jing where his loyalties lie, but I needed to know.

If he was going to just turn around and tell Bai Long Qiang or the military what I had just found out, then…

Well, I don't see that ending well for me.

I needed to take the DNA from his blood, but it was starting to clot. I thought I had more time, but I guess I didn't. And I wasn't going to take the chance of taking off his hazmat suit.

"You want to know where my loyalties lie," he said slowly as he walked closer to me. I was frantically trying to get the blood from the syringe. I was lucky that the blood was already at room temperature, or I would have had to wait even longer before I could put it in the centrifuge.

I jumped when I felt an arm slowly wrap itself around my waist and pull me back so I was pressed against his chest.