Page 392 of Black Reign

Jade hears.

“Good.”

Sabine's eyes widen.

I almost laugh.

Then Jade turns toward Leo again.

“Seriously. Book the jet.”

Leo takes a drink.

“We're not flying to France tonight.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Also no.”

“Why?”

“Because it's Thanksgiving.”

“It'll be over tomorrow.”

Vale mutters, “Hard to argue with that logic.”

I point at the screen.

“No one is coming to France.”

Drew appears.

“Too late. Group trip.”

“No.”

“Christmas?”

“No.”

“New Year's?”

“No.”

“Blackwell, we're meeting your wife.”

Sabine quietly says, “Eventually.”

I turn.

She shrugs.

“They seem fun.”

“They're not.”

Drew clutches his chest.