I lift one eyebrow. “Jade Callahan.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Hi Jade."
“No, no ‘hi’.” She waves her arms. "No, we're addressing this first.”
“Addressing what?”
“Don't you play stupid with me." She gestured around herself again, apparently at a complete loss for words for possibly the first time in her life. "This isn't an apartment. This is where Bond villains have cocktails. I mean… when exactly were you planning to mention that you’re secretly Batman?”
Mayhem walks toward the windows, squints at the view, then turns back to me. “You live here?”
“No,” Jade says before I can answer. “Men don’t live in places like this. They brood, drink expensive whiskey, and plot bloody revenge. Like Bond villains and Batman.”
Cobra smiles now, and it’s the first hint of ease I’ve seen on his face, and
