Chapter Fifteen
‘I was lying,’ Jay said.
He pulled out the chair in front of him and slumped into it. He wanted to show defeat, and that meant letting her stand over him.
‘Why?’ Birute asked.
‘It’s a cover story. No one’s meant to know, not even you.’
‘That you’re a mercenary?’ She opened her laptop. ‘You have no record, Jay. Not even a civilian record. Nothing.’
‘It’s better that I don’t exist.’
Birute crossed her arms. ‘If you’re not supposed to tell me, why did you?’
Jay kept his gaze on her. He had to sell this. ‘My instinct says to trust you.’
If she didn’t ask why, that meant she was flattered…
There was a knock on the door. Jay looked back. Through the glass panel, he could see two guards in white robes. Preservers. They stared at him through pairs of red goggles.
Birute
