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    What was going on with Morgan?

    Had she been overthinking it?

    Was Morgan finally done with his nonsense?

    After taking the supplies, Theresa went to the fourth floor.

    The sealed–off research wing she had seenst time was open again.

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    The damaged areas had been repaired, the lights burned brightly, and everyb along the corridor was covered with heavy curtains.

    It looked as though research had resumed, though she didn’t see anyone moving inside.

    Following Morgan down the hallway, Theresa was just about to step into an office when an image shed through her mind.

    Three seconds from now, a researcher drenched in blood would stumble out. Her stomach hollowed out, her golden curls half ripped from her scalp, raw skin exposed and savaged with bite marks.

    The woman would copse to the floor, hair matted and clotted, legs kicking wildly as she convulsed- then, right before them, her neck would twist, and she would turn into a zombie.

    She would lunge at them, wing and thrashing like a wild animal.

    At thest second, Morgan would charge forward to shield her.

    Theresa froze.

    Morgan, two steps ahead, stopped and looked back. “What is it?”

    “Run!”

    Without another word, she spun around and bolted, her people following.

    He just stood there.

    A guttural howl ripped through the air.

    Sure enough, a zombie stumbled out from behind him.

    The female zombie pitched face–first onto the ground, and this time, the only one in her path was Morgan.

    Theresa was already gone.

    “You idiot, what are you standing there for? It’s a zombie!”

    Morgan clenched his jaw.

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    Of course he knew it was a zombie, but how was he supposed to y the hero if she ran away?

    This was supposed to be his big moment–rescuing Theresa. And she’d ruined it.

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    He nced at the zombie thrashing on the floor, moaning as it wed toward him, then turned and sprinted after Theresa.

    “Theresa, don’t be afraid! I’m right here!”

    She shot back while running, her voice sharp with frustration. “And what good is that supposed to do? Why does your lousy camp keep letting zombies loose? Can’t you tighten security for once?”

    Just as she was about to escape the area, the lights above flickered, then cut outpletely. With a heavy ing/i, the ss doors ahead mmed shut.

    A chorus of howls followed.

    From thebs behind them, zombies poured out like a flood, wing and snarling.

    Even a fool could see now–she had been set up.

    Theresa stopped short, her pulse pounding, when a voice rang out like some savior descending.

    “Theresa,e with me. I’ll get you out of here.”

    Morgan ran toward her, hand outstretched, ready to drag her to safety.

    Another sh of foresight struck her.

    Three seconds from now, another zombie would lunge from the shadows, and Morgan would throw himself over her, holding her close as they rolled clear together.

    Theresa ground her teeth.

    Morgan reached her, gripping her wrist to pull her along, but she didn’t budge.

    In the pitch–ck hall, Morgan looked into her eyes–and flinched. Cold, merciless, unyielding.

    Theresa yanked her arm free. “Are you out of your mind? What stunt are you trying to pull this time?”

    Morgan faltered.

    “Turn the lights back on. Unlock the doors. And don’t tell me you don’t know what’s going on.”

    Her re stripped away thest of his pretense.

    He dropped the act, snapped his fingers, and the ceiling lights red back to life.

    From the rooms ahead, squads of armed men stormed out and cut down the zombies. Behind her, the sealed door unlocked with a hiss.

    Theresa shot Morgan onest icy look. Without a word, she turned on her heel and strode out.

    She had known it all along. Morgan was a fool.

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    What kind of brain came up with such a ridiculous “hero saves the damsel” scheme?

    Did he think she was as brainless as he was?

    “Theresa.”

    His voice followed her again, steady, determined.

    Morgan came toward her, cradling arge bouquet of flowers..

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    “I really do care about you. I want to marry you. I don’t even care if you’re carrying someone else’s child. My feelings for you are genuine. You shouldn’t treat me this way.”

    Theresa stopped, turned, and drew in a slow breath. Her voice cut like steel.

    “Morgan, have I not made myself clear enough? Every time I’ve refused you, you’ve brushed it aside.”

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