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I glanced from the latch to the bedding. Would I have enough time to tie the sheets together to escape out the window before the latch gave?

Then what? Run? Where? I was fucking naked. I wouldn’t last more than five minutes.

A roar echoed outside.

Close.

Familiar.

I hurried toward the window and watched Nav emerge from the pharmacy…completely naked.

As I’d guessed, his junk bounced off his powerful thighs as he ran. That had to hurt, right?

I was so focused on the wrong—or maybe right—things that I wasn’t thinking of the infected until he reached the first one. He pulled its head clean off. One-handed.

The infected outside slowed. The one in the hallway thumped against the door, calling out, and two of the ones outside started moving again. The rest fled.

They were afraid of Nav.

Same.

CHAPTER EIGHT

NAV

Movement in the window above distracted me from the fleeing infected. I stopped at the sight of Arena standing there, her pale skin bright against the dark room behind her. All of her focus was on me. Not the infected running away. Not the shirt in my hand. Just me.

Hope and yearning expanded in my chest.

Smiling, I waved and gestured to the shirt I held.

She nodded, not looking away. That ache in my chest grew.

Arena liked to watch me.

I started moving again, noticing the way her gaze dipped to my hard cock. She had stared at it for a long time after waking too. At first, I’d thought she was afraid of it. But then she’d admitted she was only uncomfortable showing her breasts. Humans liked to cover themselves, and I was relieved she only wanted to cover her top and not her bottom.

As I sprinted up the stairs, I heard the infected trying to get into our room.

Setting the shirt aside, I made a soft sound to attract its attention and watched it turn.

Infected had no interest in my brothers or me once they realized we were hunters, not prey. This one wasn’t sure yet and moved a few steps away from the door. That was all I needed.

I grabbed it by the neck and pulled it farther away. After tossing the body and head outside, I returned for the shirt.

Arena would not be able to stay here for long. The building had too many rooms and too many ways for the infected to get in. She would be safer if I could move her to a home with a fenced yard. Would she be willing to move away from the water, though? I would need to think of a way to help her companions find her again when they returned for her.

The door opened at my approach, and Arena studied me with her big brown eyes.

I smiled, careful not to show my teeth—our sharper canines scared females—and held out the shirt.

Her gaze dipped briefly, skimming over my chest and shoulders. I liked the way she looked at me. Like she was truly seeing me.

“You have a little blood on you,” she said.

I glanced down at myself and saw that I did.

“I’ll go wash,” I assured her.