"Two days," he said, his voice rough. "Two days of being holed up in a flooded mine because some Judas sold us out. We shot up half of Friedrich's men before they cornered us in there."

His thumb stroked her cheek softly. "And I got hit and pretty much thought I was going to bleed out before anyone got to us and what'd you say?" A smile appeared on his lips. "We had nothing to lose. It was in Russian. We die alone, we fight together."