Zoya now exploded and didn’t care about the consequences. She leaped to Heath and grabbed him by his throat holding a very small dagger between her fingers.<br/>“You listen to me dirty capitalist pig! I am here because I want to be here,” she hissed between her teeth. “I could have killed you, your wife and a couple dozen of your incapable guards a long time ago if I wanted to do so.”<br/><br/>Slowly she let her grip on Heath’s throat loosen, on her guard, ready to strike at him should he attack her.<br/>“I don’t know if they declare me dead or not and I don’t care. My job was to locate this camp and gather as much intel as I could. Don’t think for a moment that you are holding me.”<br/><br/>Then seeing how this was the best moment if ever she let go of Heath and stepped well out of range from his arms.<br/>“What happened to Elvra?”<br/>