Zoe pov

I can't stop staring at him.

James stands a few feet away, arms loose at his sides, watching me with that expression I've seen him wear when he knows he's done something he can't take back. No matter how many times I try to reshape what I know into something I can live with, it won't change. He put someone he was supposed to protect at risk—for a thrill. For the feeling of it. He looked his partner in the eye and chose the excitement over their safety, and he did it ...