Page 90 of Black Reign

“What exactly are you betting on?” I ask.

He smiles.

“Whether you spontaneously combust before your internet girlfriend arrives.”

“She is not my girlfriend.”

“Right. She’s your encrypted emotional-support hacker.”

Vale walks out through the French doors behind him, fastening one cuff.

“Technically, we don’t know that she’s arriving.”

Drew points at him.

“Thank you. Thirty on no-show.”

“Your odds are terrible,” Tristan says.

“Not asking for input.”

“You should.”

Leo joins them with a coffee and the smug expression of a man who has been married long enough to enjoy somebody else’s problems.

“Jalen has fifty on her showing.”

“Jalen also bet on himself hooking up with two women in the Mediterranean and somehow won,” I say.

“That was skill,” Jalen calls from somewhere inside.

I look back toward the perimeter.

Nothing.

My watch says 11:22.

I checked it twelve seconds ago.

Drew notices.

“There. Again.”

“What?”

“The watch.”

“I’m running security.”

“You’re waiting for her.”

“I can do two things at once.”

“Apparently not calmly.”

Kane steps onto the terrace.

The groom looks more relaxed than anyone has a right to look on his wedding day.