Once Cyrus and Zoey returned to the apartment, he stripped off his winter gear, dropped onto the sofa, and snapped, "That damned lunatic old hag."He sprawled across the cushions with his chest rising and falling from leftover adrenaline.Zoey disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a basin of steaming water. She knelt before him with a soft smile, slipped off his thick socks, and eased his feet into the warmth.In a quiet voice she asked, "Were you frightened just now?"Cyrus leaned back. "Not really. Ever since the world ended, nothing surprises me anymore. In chaotic times, any sort of madness is possible."He had worn a police-grade bulletproof vest, and unless the old woman had the reflexes of a trained assassin and managed to slice his neck, she would never have hurt him. Still, he was no wooden statue. Anyone would react to a sudden knife swing.He closed his eyes for a moment and asked, "While I was out, did anything happen in the complex? Especially the other bui
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