Chapter 22
Adrian The city is a grid of cold light below me, a circuit board of other people’s lives. I stood at my own window, phone pressed to my ear, listening to the static of Leo’s breath on the other end of the line. “He left ninety minutes ago,” Leo says, his voice a low rumble. “Two cars to the airport. The penthouse is quiet. But Kane left a watchdog.” “Sergei.” “The same. Parked in a service vehicle across the street. He hasn’t taken his eyes off the building entrance.” I see it. The brute in the driver’s seat, a sentinel, ordered to keep its possession in its box. The image of her bruised face, pale and shocked on my screen, flashes behind my eyes. It’s a cold, sharp thing in my chest now. A compass needle. “Extract her.” There’s a pause. Leo knows the variables. “The watchdog compl
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