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Star:By that logic, if you’re getting off to listening to me get off then your orgasm is mine too.

Conor:Without a shadow of a doubt. Haven’t you figured it out yet, Star?

Star:I don’t think I have. What’s to figure out, Conor?

Conor:That I’m all in.

Star:Oh.

Conor:Yeah, oh.

17

CONOR

As we crossedover the most southernly tip of Finland, I felt a change in the airplane.

We still hadn’t edged into Baltic territory but we were descending as if we were.

Frowning, I stared at the blanket of clouds below us as if I could figure out what was happening by sight alone before I turned to Temper, who’d been watching me throughout the flight like I was more interesting than the onboard entertainment.

I wasn’t altogether unaccustomed to being watched.

People tended to do that when I was hacking. It was easier to study my face for expressions than to read my code, so I didn’t gripe at her about it.

Not when she was clearly unhinged.

“We’re losing altitude,” I informed her.

She blinked at me. “It’s in hand.”

My mouth tightened. “We were supposed to be going to Moscow.”

“And I told you her location had changed.”

“So we’re being rerouted?”

She dipped her chin. “Why would you go to Moscow when she isn’t there?”

“I told Riggs where I’d be heading.”

“And she informed the people who need to know that you are, in fact, stopping in Finland.”

“Why?”

“Star said you were clever.” She huffed impatiently, her fingers toying with the bandage the flight attendant had applied to her palm. “We’re going to wherever Star is.”

“Why Finland?”

“Why not Finland? You’ll find out when you get there.”

I frowned at her. “I thought you were supposed to answer my questions.”

She glowered at me. “Her relocation was necessary because there was an attempt to rescue her.

“Star, however, isn’t in danger.” She sniffed. “She’s with the Union. She’s safe.”

“You sound like James Garfield.”

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