I returned to the boardroom with two crystal tumblers clinking in my hand, my heart pounding so hard it felt like the percussion section of an orchestra gone rogue.
Michally’s parting words, they get cranky when they need to share, looped in my brain like a glitchy recording.
I tried to summon the version of me who cared more about pivot tables and market volatility than the way a certain CEO’s hand had branded my lower back, but that Rahab seemed to have taken indefinite leave.
The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind me, sounding far too much like a trap snapping into place. Nisi and Rapha weren’t seated at the table. They stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, silhouettes carved from obsidian, gazing out over the city.
“The glasses, Rahab,” Rapha demanded without turning.
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