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“They’re Bishop’s cameras.” She wiggles, teasing me with softness as she tries to find the floor.
“Hackers,” Bish offers, sweeping us into the elevator. “Can’t be too careful. It’s best to keep up appearances.”
Dutch punches the button for our floor.
Rolling his eyes at our bullshit, Reese ducks to scan her face. “You okay?”
“How soon do we fly out?”
I cover my sway in the elevator’s jerk.
She’s that eager to get away from us?
“Do you have a passport?” Bishop asks.
“I don’t even have a phone.”
“I’ll take care of you.” Bish tilts his head to watch the floors tick.
Sol’s muscles were starting to relax. Now they tighten until she hugs me in bands of concrete.
I don’t want to let her go.
Too soon, we’re outside Suite 707.
The door is some thick, ancient hardwood, but after Jericho’s assassins cloned our card, Bish updated us from a key to a biometric scanner.
Good thing.
We ran after Sol without wallets or weapons, let alone unimportant things like shirts and keys.
Bish opens our suite with a fingerprint and retina scan.
Sol kicks out of my arms before I can carry her over the threshold.
“Are you okay?” Dutch rumbles the question she doesn’t have to answer.
I know she’s not.
All that strange tension humming through her body.
“Bathroom?” she asks, too high-pitched.
“Through the bedroom suite.” Bishop points.
She takes off like a stray about to spend a week hiding under our bed. My ribs grate my lungs.
Solomon was always skittish, but not like this.
Why is she rejecting us so hard?
The shower water roars.
Reese staggers. “Is she…washing us off?”
I pull the pack in for a huddle before we bleed out from that four-way bullet. “Anyone doubt she’s our mate?”
“No.” Reese clenches my arm.
