"Step away from the driver’s side, Eleanor," I said, blocking her path before she could close the car door.
She froze, her fingers tightening on the handle until her knuckles turned white. "Rhys. You have always possessed terrible timing."
"We need to talk about this keycard," I said, pulling the sleek piece of encrypted plastic from my jacket pocket and holding it up between us. " Arthur handed it over far too easily. Is this a legitimate access key, or did he design it as a secondary trap to draw us out?"
Eleanor let out a sharp, bitter breath and turned toward me, her posture rigid despite the exhaustion shadowing her features. "Arthur plays chess with human lives, Rhys. You know that better than anyone. He never hands over a weapon unless he expects it to detonate in the holder's fa
