"Did you talk to Christian?" Aaron asked.

"Yes," she replied pointedly. "And he told me there was only an eighty percent chance that serum would even work. I was afraid I was going to find you dead."

She expected an apology, or some sort of strong reaction to her concern, but instead, he looked only surprised. "Eighty percent?" he asked. "Interesting."

"Yeah, and he said you had no idea. Besides being worried sick about you, I've been contemplating the numerous painful ways I can make him pay for his idiocy."

"That would have been nice to know," he said solemnly.

She glanced over at him and realized he seemed very...