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I nodded. “Where’s the take?”
Sunny pointed to the direct center of the diagram.
“What kind of safe is he using?”
“We aren’t sure. No one has intel that far inside King Titus’s tower.”
My entire body went cold and tingly.Did she say…?
I didn’t want to go anywhere near that one. Cracking Julian’s safe was one thing. If they caught me, he’d kill me, and that’d be the end. But King Titus? He tortured vamps who betrayed him. Rumor had it that Titus has psychic vamps who know if anyone within a five mile radius has a nasty thought about him. How was I supposed to set foot in King Titus’s tower with intent to steal from him?
Plus there was that other matter.
The one we didn’t talk about. Tried not to think about despite everyone and their mother asking me about it. About her.
Fuck! I could kick past Eden for agreeing to ten mil before she had all the info!
Eleven
Sunny stared at me,seeing the hesitation on my face.
“Look, Sunny I don’t go back on my word. I agreed to help with this job, but I need some time to think about what that means exactly.”
She crossed her arms, surveying me. “The king won’t appreciate any delays.”
I stood, aiming for the door. “I’m sure he’d appreciate a safecracker whose head isn’t one hundred percent in the game even less.” I was nearly out of the meeting room. “I’ve got to get to my day job.”
Sunny stood, walking toward me, hands on her hips. “I’m afraid I have to insist that you stay.”
“And I’m afraid I must decline,” I said and blurred away.
Sunny either couldn’t or didn’t bother catching up to me and by the time I got back home it was after one pm.
Which meant I didn’t have time to reconcile what I’d agreed to do. I had to get myself ready for my two-to-ten shift. And once at the bar, it was easy to lose myself in the hustle of pouring drinks and making small talk with strangers.
If Jerry or Sandy—the bartender who’d picked up Alice’s shift—noticed my strange mood, they didn’t say anything. Luckily, Annette, that poor brunette from a few nights ago, didn’t show. And at ten on the dot, I closed out my checks and clocked out, without offering to stay later, and went home.
I hated to admit it, but a small part of me had hoped Julian would be waiting outside for me.
Our date, if you could call it that.
But he wasn’t. It stung, but it also meant he was probably going feral somewhere in town. That was not good.
“What’s with you?” Jaxson eyed me over his margarita, combat boots swinging as he settled into his spot atop my counter.
He’d come knocking the moment he heard me arrive, a pair of Dollar Store margarita glasses in one hand and a blender full of the frozen treat in the other. I hated margs. At the bar, that is. Anything that required blending was hell on bartenders. But they were delicious, so if someone else was making them, I wouldn’t say no.
I sipped on the icy, tart deliciousness, then let out a long breath.
“You’d better get it off your chest before it festers and gives you wrinkles.” He winked at me, feathery false lashes catching on the shiny copper bangs of today’s wig.
A copper-auburn that brought even more warmth to his deep skin tone.
Copper-auburn like a king’s assistant.
I rubbed at my face and licked a bit of salt off the rim of the glass.
I couldn’t tell him everything.
