Page 93 of Black Reign

I look at him.

“We retired Sergei.”

“You retired Sergei.”

“He had hot hair,” Jalen says, finally joining us.

He’s already dressed and looks offensively healthy considering what he did in France.

Drew nods thoughtfully.

“Could still be extensions.”

Kane laughs.

I check my watch.

11:24.

Leo catches it.

“That’s thirteen.”

“I’m checking security.”

“Sure.”

My jaw tics.

Drew points.

“There! See? He’s doing the face.”

“What face?”

“The one where you look like you’re about to delete someone’s citizenship.”

“I can’t delete citizenship.”

Vale looks at me.

“You can make it inconvenient.”

“Different service.”

Jalen laughs.

I walk away before I start demonstrating.

The west terrace overlooks the approach road. From here, I can see several black cars winding toward the estate while security teams guide arrivals through the outer checkpoint.

My lenses quietly identify each vehicle.

Families.

Players.

Agents.