I wait until I hear the door to Yasmin’s room click shut before I approach Zeke. The water is still running. I reach past him and twist the faucet off. “Talk to me,” I say. “What happened?”
“Women. That’s what happened. They’ll be the death of me.”
“Not if Aleksei is the death of you first,” I say.
Normally, that’s the kind of black humor that would at least get Zeke to crack a smile. But he doesn’t budge. Just shakes his head in disgust.
“She’s pissed,” Zeke finally says. He turns around and leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. “Like, really pissed. Nuclear-level pissed.”
“We were talking about everything last night, and I made the mistake of suggesting that maybe she should reconsider this whole ‘stay and fight’ thing.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I wasn’t sa
