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But she woke at three. And knew what she had to do.
She fired off an email with her request, and regardless of the late hour, received one back within twenty minutes: she’d need to wait until her request was approved by the 33rd. Bryce frowned. She didn’t have time for that.
She crept from her room. Hunt’s door was shut, his room dark beyond it. He didn’t so much as come to investigate as she slipped out of the apartment.
And headed for her old one.
She hadn’t been on this block in two years.
But as she rounded the corner and saw the flashing lights and terrified crowds, she knew.
Knew what building burned midway down the block.
Someone must have noticed that she’d logged on to Danika’s account at Redner Industries today. Or perhaps someone had been monitoring her email account—and seen the message she’d sent to the building’s landlord. Whoever had done this must have acted quickly, realizing that she’d wanted to come hunt for any other clues Danika might have left around the apartment.
There had to be more. Danika was smart enough to not have put everything she’d discovered in one place.
Terrified, weeping people—her old neighbors—had clustered on the street, hugging each other and gazing up at the blaze in disbelief. Fire licked at every windowsill.
She’d done this—brought this upon the people watching their homes burn. Her chest tightened, the pain barely eased by overhearing a passing water nymph announce to her firefighting squad that every resident was accounted for.
She had caused this.
But—it meant she was getting close. Look toward where it hurts the most, the Viper Queen had advised her all those weeks ago. She’d thought the shifter meant what hurt her. But maybe it had been about the murderer all along.
And by circling in on the synth … Apparently, she’d hit a nerve.
Bryce was halfway home when her phone buzzed. She pulled it from her hastily repaired jacket, the white opal in the pocket clinking against the screen, already bracing herself for Hunt’s questions.
But it was from Tharion.
There’s a deal going down on the river right now. A boat is out there, signaling. Just past the Black Dock. Be there in five and I can get you out to see it.
She clenched the white opal in her fist and wrote back, A synth deal?
Tharion answered, No, a cotton candy deal.
She rolled her eyes. I’ll be there in three.
And then she broke into a run. She didn’t call Hunt. Or Ruhn.
She knew what they’d say. Do not fucking go there without me, Bryce. Wait.
But she didn’t have time to waste.
65
Bryce gripped Tharion’s waist so hard it was a wonder he didn’t have difficulty breathing. Beneath them, the wave skimmer bobbed on the river’s current. Only the occasional passing glow under the dark surface indicated that there was anything or anyone around them.
She’d hesitated when the mer arrived at the pier, the matte black wave skimmer idling. It’s either this or swimming, Legs, he’d informed her.
She’d opted for the wave skimmer, but had spent the last five minutes regretting it.
“Up there,” the mer male murmured, cutting the already quiet engine. It must have been a stealth vehicle from the River Queen’s stash. Or Tharion’s own, as her Captain of Intelligence.
Bryce beheld the small barge idling on the river. Mist drifted around them, turning the few firstlights on the barge into bobbing orbs.
“I count six people,” Tharion observed.
