Raven leaned in over her second cup of coffee in the morning, scrolling through her phone. Kade had already left the apartment—when, she didn’t know. It was Saturday; the day before her was a long void.She watched social media posts flicker by under her thumb.There was smiling photo after smiling photo, over and over again: people with their ordinary lives. Most of her close friend network was leftover from high school and college. Faces she recognized by instinct, names she loosely remembered.Then, all at once, she saw a familiar face, a familiar name, and with a familiar background buildings.Tatum, her roommate for the first two years of college, posed in a selfie, waving a peace sign.Raven hit the message options in seconds: Raven: Hey girl!!! Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were in town?? She didn’t have to wait even five seconds for the response: Tatum: Holy shit I completely forgot you’re still here!! For some reason, I thought you moved to LA
Raven couldn’t deny though, as she wandered the shops and galleries of the artsy neighborhood walking off her mimosa buzz and damning the consequences, that Tatum had pissed her the fuck off.Like, seriously. How dare she? Tatum lived in her world, trying to help everybody but herself. Do-gooding, etc. Being the good she wanted to see in the world. Whatever. Raven didn’t need to be looked down on like that. She certainly didn’t need to hear about it from someone who would never be able to walk through the doors that Kade was opening for her. Galas, restaurants… How bad would she feel when she was richer than god and congress put together?She pulled out her phone, her buzz fading and her anger only mounting. She saw a long text from Tatum and caught a few spare words in the mix—among them selfish, evil, and destructive. Raven deleted the message without reading it.The alcohol in her system. She vaguely thought about this as she played with her phone in her hand. The alcoho
Raven felt her mind swimming back to the surface like a film coming back into focus. It was an effort: she felt so cold and loose and achy, as if she’d just walked a long way in intense heat. That must have been some kind of drug, she guessed. It had knocked her out completely, and it took a long few moments to come back to herself.The first thing she was aware of was the pressure against her wrists and the awkward angle they were pinioned at behind her. She felt hard plastic edges digging into her skin. Zip ties. She’d been propped upright on a leather bench—a car seat. And she felt the thrum of a motor through the seat, against her back and thighs.God damn it.She’d fucked up. Badly.This wasn’t the hitman—not the one with the double-forehead-hit signature. But she’d allowed herself to be literally cornered. And now she was tied up in a stranger’s car.Voices swam to her awareness, deep and masculine:“She’s up.”“Dose her again?”“Not yet. Let’s assess.”Fingers
Gunfire blazed, booming through the mist of debris and dust and sharp light that was suddenly turning the air into a maelstrom. Raven let herself go limp, crumpling completely to the floor, trying not to hear the dense punch of bullet impacting wood and concrete and flesh. Who was firing? Garth’s men hadn’t even had time to draw their weapons.Garth himself scrambled on hands and knees around behind her. She heard the sharp sounds of a gun mechanism working, readying.“Clear!” shouted a voice—a woman’s voice. The woman who’d escorted her out of the Rekya Hotel bar. “There’s only him left, sir. As requested.”“Thank you, Veronica. Sterling work, as usual.”That voice.Kade, Raven thought dully through the vortex of terror and rage and pain whirling through her head. Kade had come for her.But she’d never heard his voice so utterly, icily venomous. So full of brutality.She felt Garth Lu’s breath get very shaky behind her.“Don’t come any closer!” he roared, but his voice
Raven woke up to a flood of sunshine: true morning. And to Kade resting on top of her… and inside her. She felt a small, sweet thrill in her thighs as she realized. This had never happened before, not with Kade. Not this lazy vulnerability. This togetherness that wasn’t a clash of bodies and wills and sweat, that ended in the frenzy of pain and passion.This was new. And she didn’t mind it at all.Still, she slid herself out from under him. He didn’t stir: the man needed his sleep, she realized. Staying up all night long, watching over her, then reclaiming her. He’d worn himself down to nothing. For her.In the bathroom mirror, she evaluated the damage. The bruise on her hip was beginning to turn an angry dark blue, where the point of Garth Lu’s dress shoe had connected. But that was nothing. Her face was tender where he’d slapped her, but nothing worse than than. For all his grandstanding, he’d barely left a mark.She showered the last of the mildewy warehouse scent off of her
Only hours later, Raven was sitting alongside Kade in the backroom of an elite restaurant during the dinner hour. From the main dining room, there was a pretty flow of piano music, where all the ordinary people—or at least, the ordinary upper-class— here enjoying their steak tartar and fillet mignon.Raven wore what Kade had selected for her: a clean, smart pantsuit of darkest navy blue. The feeling of steel in her bones was still with her, even stronger with Kade sitting beside her.“Are you going to tell me why we’re here?” Raven murmured. “Or shall I continue to guess?”“What would you guess?”“That this is the next step in getting me inside Oriri.”Kade took a sip of the absurdly expensive whiskey he ordered. It was all the confirmation she needed.“And may I ask why we have to do this so publicly?” she continued, picking up her own glass and whirling its amber contents. “Why in a restaurant, and not behind closed doors at the office?”“Because the people we’re meetin
“Um, please explain what exactly the fuck you mean?” Raven’s chest felt tight. She felt the shadow of zip tie pressure around her wrists. She and Kade were alone with this man, out of sight, vulnerable—and he knew everything about their plan. Everything.“Don’t panic, Raven.” Kade gestured at the chair that Jane had just vacated. “Sit down, Seymore. I know you have a flair for the dramatic. But that isn’t the kind of dramatic pronouncement you just drop in here. Especially after last night.”“What happened last night?” Seymore asked blankly.Raven turned to Kade, confused. “You didn’t tell him?”“I was focused on the hiring process. Seymore only got off the plane from London late last evening.” Kade sipped. It was a bit of a tell, Raven was realizing. “I didn’t exactly have time to fill him in.”“I’m here now.” Seymore tapped his fingertips on the tabletop. “Right here, waiting.”“Last night, Raven went out for some drinks with coworkers,” said Kade, flat and factual. “O
They rode in silence to the office the next morning, staring out opposite windows: it felt as if silence was far more eloquent than trying to reach back to the place they’d been the night before. Sex was easy, beside this very careful dance of non definitions. They were no longer living within the safe, clear confines of the agreement that had been governing their relationship for the last weeks. Now that agreement was officially dead. And the air between them felt charged with electric warmth–not the simple charge of desire. But something more delicate, more vital. Something neither were willing to look at directly.“I’ll see you at the end of the day,” said Kade as the limo pulled up to the front of the building. “For your report.”“See you.”There was no discussion of her going back to her apartment. They hadn’t even mentioned the fact of her apartment’s existence since the passing mention of the break in a few nights before. It wasn’t as if Raven needed anything from the a