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Maybe he's just being human for the first fucking time in his life, and he's trying to make it right.

I place my hand in his, feeling weaker than I've ever been in my life, unable to resist his offer.

He pulls me to his chest, his warm arms encircling me.

I sink into him as if the last two weeks haven't been torture.

He pulls one out from around me, curling his finger under my chin. His thumb swipes at the first tear of weakness that has the audacity to roll down my cheek.

In the next breath, he leans down to kiss me.

I'm frozen in place when the door to our cabin swings open for a second time.

Zeus pats me on the back in a brotherly way before stepping back.

I turn to face the intruder, hating the way Scott's eyes narrow as he glances between the two of us.

"He just found out his mom died," Zeus lies.

"Aw fuck, man. Sorry," he says, a look of what I read as genuine sympathy in his tone.

I swipe at tears on my cheeks, unsure of what else to do.

I'm usually so much better than this while undercover. This man has gotten my head so fucked up, I can't even think on the fly any longer. Not being able to do so is fucking deadly.

"She was a bitch," I manage.

"But still your mom," Scott says as if he has lived the same story.

"Did you need something?" Zeus asks as he crosses the room to sit on the little sofa.

"Wanted to tell you both to wear clothes you don't mind ruining today," he says.

"Got it," I say, clearing my throat. "Thanks for the heads-up."

Scott looks between the two of us a second time before walking back out and closing the door behind him.

I turn and stare at Zeus. I don't know where we go from here. Do we attempt to get out? Do I use the stashed burner phone to contact Cerberus and ask for advice? Do we simply show up at the meeting and presume that everything is fine?

Did Scott believe our story?

Is he too high to even consider something other than the lie that was told?

Have we given him any other clues to think in the direction that would lead him to the truth?

He looks back up at me, a slight shake of his head.

"We're fine," he mouths.

I dip my head, wanting to believe it, needing to believe that one second of weakness on my part, my inability to reject him, will lead to not only the women here not being rescued, but also our deaths.

I look toward my duffel bag, knowing the burner phone is in there, and back to Zeus.

He shakes his head, once again mouthing those two words of assurance.

I want to believe that he's trusting his gut and that it's not his ego that's making him believe that we didn't just fuck up so royally that we're going to be walking into a meeting thinking everything is fine when it's really just the beginning of our end.

I pull in another deep breath.