71. One Condition

[LIZZY]

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Vector says with his same old zombie expression, frowning at me as he watches me yank his blanket away from his legs and fold it.

His face scrunches up in a soft wince when I do that, and I mentally swear to be more gentle next time.

I take a brief glance at his wounded leg, bandaged and propped on a pillow.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” I deadpan, casting him a sharp look before walking around his bed.

He grabs my hand before I can reach for the empty pitcher on the nightstand and pulls me to him. I gaze at him softly, weaving my fingers through his disheveled hair. He likes it when I do that. The way he closes his eyes and sighs says everything.

But then, his lips move, and words tumble out of them, reminding me of the conversation at hand. “But I know you. Something is going on in your head, and something tells me I’m not going to like it.”

I can’t help the cheeky grin that spreads across my face. Leaning down, I bring my fac