Penelope POV
"Your terms are acceptable, Governor, but the tech requires a third pillar."
Foster did not look at my brother Cooper. His eyes stayed locked on my face. He leaned against the heavy oak railing of the second floor balcony, his black shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. The noise from the gala downstairs was just a dull hum up here.
"Rogue Pack does not share profit, Foster," I said. My fingers tightened around the stem of my champagne glass. "We bring the capital. We bring the territory. Apex Industries brings the design. There is no room for a third party."
"There is if you want the relic to actually turn on," Foster said. He tilted his head, a small, sharp smile cutting across his face. "The psionic core requires a specific power source. My laboratories cannot rep
