You didn’t have to look at Logan’s eyes to know they were staring down at you, a deep frown making his brows come together in a furrow.

How many times has he told you to check for traps? To look for zombies before entering a building? To make sure every place you entered had a second exit?

Too many times. He and you both were aware that this new problem was your fault.

The problem in question? A fresh bite mark on your forearm.