Page 378 of Black Reign

“I grabbed his lapels.”

“That was your fault.”

Drew taps his temple. “And I predicted them. Fifty-eight-year-old Russian, two gold teeth. Visionary.”

“Sergei was sixty-three.”

“Close enough.”

Vale takes a long drink.

“This is an extraordinary rewriting of history.”

“Shut up, Prince. I am having a moment.”

Drew turns back toward me.

“I facilitated your first real-life encounter.”

“You drunkenly invited an unidentified hacker to somebody else's wedding.”

Kane lifts the carving knife.

“My wedding.”

Drew points at him.

“And look how well it worked out.”

Kane considers this.

“Actually…”

“Do not encourage him.”

Too late.

Drew slaps his palm against his chest again.

“I’m basically your matchmaker.”

“You are basically the reason I had to rewrite Haverhill's entire security protocol.”

“And now you have a wife.”

“Those things are not causally related.”

“They are absolutely causally related.”

Jalen nods thoughtfully.

“He has a point.”

“No, he doesn't.”

“I should have been at the wedding,” Drew says.

“No.”