Ravenna
I was not asleep when he came in.
I had been lying in the dark for an hour, staring at the ceiling, turning Ryder's laugh over in my head the way you turn something sour in your mouth, not because you enjoy the taste but because you cannot quite bring yourself to swallow it or spit it out. You have no leverage, Ravenna. You never have had any.
He was not wrong. Not yet.
I was thinking about the note Valkor had pressed into my hand when I came back to the office that evening. Three words: tomorrow, same time. He meant the logistics meeting. He also meant something else and we both knew it. I was thinking about the slow kiss in the office that morning and the particular quality of his hands on my face and the word Nyx had spoken on the terrace, and I was thinking about how much g
