Page 400 of Black Reign

“Hello?”

I stare at her.

She gets up and walks toward the windows.

“Yes, I'd love to tell you about Sergei.”

“Sabine.”

She looks back over her shoulder.

Cornflower eyes sparkling.

My wife smiles.

“I'll call you later, Ghost.”

Then she disappears into the next room with Jade Holt on the phone.

I sit alone for several seconds.

My own phone vibrates.

A message from Drew.

BLACKWELL'S BRIDE > MISS LONDON BRIDGE

Another follows immediately.

ALSO I EXPECT MATCHMAKER CREDIT IN THE ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.

Then:

AND YOU ARE SO FUCKED.

I look toward the doorway where Sabine vanished.

Her laughter drifts back through the room.

I glance down at the ring on my hand.

Then type:

I know.

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Blackwell Enterprises looks exactly like the sort of building I have spent years breaking into from three thousand miles away.

Glass.

Steel.

Security hidden beneath architecture expensive enough to pretend it isn't security.

No turnstiles.

No guards sitting behind ugly desks.