Page 129 of Black Reign

That proves nothing.

Then a waiter brings Scotch.

Drew pours it himself and pushes the glass into Xavier's hand.

Xavier drinks.

My stomach begins to drop.

Ghost drinks Scotch.

Half the men here drink Scotch.

Stop.

I send the photograph.

The effect is immediate.

Drew looks at a device.

Then his entire face changes.

He turns it toward—Xavier.

Not Kane.

Not Vale.

Not one of the security men.

Xavier.

The world narrows.

He takes the device like it belongs to him.

Because it does.

No.

My breath catches.

Drew is talking fast now.

Xavier says something sharp.

Vale laughs.

Sergei raises his glass.

I stop walking.

Only for half a second.

Too long.

Move.