His loosened grip was a positive sign and Zoe took the skirt of her dress and used it to wipe the sweat from his face. She then looked at the doorway again and hated that despite how much pain he caused her, she still was reluctant to leave him. God, she was so stupid. He'd be okay. He wasn't afraid of anything. Nothing got to him. She hesitated but slowly tried to untangle her hand from his so she could leave..