This was not a conversation he would have expected Reaper to appear in the midst of, but there’s his name—and with it comes the memories of that night. Her anger. His fear. It hadn’t occurred to him that she’d been just as afraid of losing him as he had been of losing her, albeit in an entirely different way.

For a moment, all that fills the air is the soft sound of the water from the shower. Then, when Jesse does speak, there’s no longer anger threatening to overwhelm his tone.

“I know the woman you are. I know what you’re capable of. And that I don’t hold it against you means I’m not leavin’ when it shows through.”

She’s dangerous. A criminal. A killer. He knows all that because he’s all those things himself. They’re not the same, but they’re of a kind. He’d thought she’d known it too, but perhaps not.

“Clean up, Liz.” He moves to walk past her, stopping only to rest his hand on her shoulder for a moment before moving on. “I’ll be waitin’.”