Chapter 65

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 zombie-related. Why would I think you took the vaccine?"

He tilts my chin up and forces me to look at him.