Zen looked at her, his chest tightening as she stepped closer. He didn’t want to admit it, but seeing her like this, so determined, was making everything harder. He could see how much she cared, but the last thing he wanted was to put her in danger.“Rosalia, you need to go. This... this is too dangerous,” he said, his voice low, trying to sound firm, but there was a crack in it.She shook her head, not budging. “You can’t just tell me to leave,” she replied, her voice steady but full of concern. “I’m not going anywhere. You think I’ll just stand by while you face this alone?”Zen’s gaze softened, but he wasn’t ready to give in. Not yet. “It’s not like what you’ve dealt with before. You don’t understand what you’re walking into.”“I understand more than you think,” she said quietly, her hand finding his. “I’m not scared of what’s going on here. I’m scared of losing you.”The words hit Zen like a punch to the gut. He had always kept people at arm’s length, always controlled the distanc