"Shoot us, and you burn the Zurich contract before the ink even dries," I said, stepping right between Sterling’s raised gun and Rhys.
Sterling’s eyes narrowed, his finger resting flat against the trigger. "You think your name protects you, Vivienne?"
"I think the entire European board is waiting for Harrison's ledger," I snapped, taking a sharp step forward to force his barrel down. "If I don't check in with the Zurich gallery trustees in three minutes, the automated lock system wipes every transaction server. You get nothing."
Sterling hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his cold face.
I didn't wait. I turned, hooked my arm under Rhys’s right shoulder, and hauled his full weight off the cold floor. He let out a choked groan, his face ghost-white, his blood soaking completely throu
