CHAPTER 13
Celeste’s fingers trembled as she gripped the brink of the restroom sink in the Viper’s resort suite. Her breath came rapid and shallow. Her face changed into light in the mirror. Sweat beaded on her brow, but she didn’t flow. She barely blinked.
She had almost been caught.
In the next room, the Viper’s deep voice Spoke calmly into the phone. She couldn’t hear every word, but two phrases stood out.
“She doesn’t know yet.”
“Keep her close. He’ll break soon.”
Her stomach twisted. Was he talking about her? And who was he talking to?
She peeked via the toilet crack once more. He turned into pacing with one hand in his pocket, the other retaining a glass of dark liquor. Calm. Focused. Like a predator before the strike.
Her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She froze. Too late.
