Kainé stares at him, her body going stiff. He sacrificed himself? For her? Her stomach twists. That can’t be right. That’s not how this is supposed to go.

“The hell are you talking about?” Her voice is sharp, but there’s a hint of something else buried underneath—something raw. She grabs his shirt, fingers curling around the fabric as she yanks him close. “You—you fucking moron! Get us off this bus before I punch you so hard you actually start thinking for once!”

Between arriving in this shithole, hearing this bombshell, the moans of the people around her, and her own unwanted arousal, Kainé is just about to lose her goddamn mind.