Once more, Ada speculated him for moments on end: They observed each other so strenuously, searched so hard for any slight movement that would prove symbolic, that some of the abundance of people occupying this well-lit area had begun to take notice.

Ada felt her own well-organized emotions betray her.

She took two steps toward the audacious male, within reach by this point, and declined his request in a low, purr-like voice: surprisingly cool, judging by her level of internal anxiety.

Why did he have to be so Goddamn nice?

"Leon..." Ada began, crossing both arms over her chest. "As much as I appreciate the offer, are you aware that you'd be digging your own grave?"

"After everything I've put you through, why are you so prepared to help?"