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
“It’s almost time.” Kade checked his high-end watch for the the fifth time in five minutes.“I know,” Raven smiled, trying to cool down his nerves and vicariously her own as well. “You said that a minute ago.”“I’ll follow a minute after you. In the car that you’ll be looking for when it’s time to get out. A blue hatchback.”“Yes, you showed me the picture.” Raven rubbed his arm. They were still in the penthouse elevator, standing ready for the taxi that should be appearing in precisely two minutes. Inside would be Seymore, diverting the taxi driver by—untraceable, unhackable—verbal direction to the penthouse. Nothing about tonight could begin with or leave a trail. No rideshare with a saved history and user associated program. It would all be done in cash and borrowed cars. Top secret, she thought. She was beyond finding it funny, though. Nothing about tonight felt funny.When she let her mind wander, she found herself floating back to Garth Lu. His face close to hers
Seymore’s POV A few minutes earlier, Seymore strode into the vast Oriri lobby, all slick marble and tasteful gilding along angular edges. They might be evil, murderous assholes, he thought, but they could decorate. Or at least hire good decorators.Seymore’s cheer was his armor, and he kept it up around himself. Nobody could crack good cheer. It was something he’d learned after long struggles. Even Kade didn’t know what Seymore had gone through in the years since school…What he’d struggled with. How he’d nearly broke.But now, he had his armor.He smiled at Charles Lu, as the second-youngest Lu sibling came toward him in the lobby. Seymore grinned cheerfully as he shook the hand of the man who had helped arrange the murder of his best friend’s parents.“Good evening, Mr. Lewis. Thank you for coming.”“Please, call me Seymore.” Seymore knew Charles Lu by reputation, and he was pleased to see his instincts were correct: the surviving Lu brother appeared to be about as
Raven’s POVThe automatic lights flashed on in the server room as Raven moved inside, flash drive in hand. She felt as if she were walking into a gunfight carrying a knife—or not even a knife. Maybe a walking stick. But there was no time to get fidgety or hesitant. She was in this now. Five minutes, she thought. Just let me make it five minutes, and I can do this.She plugged in, setting up at one of the maintenance consoles perched at intervals along the huge servers, with their rows and rows of blinking lights and whirring computer fans. Goosebumps prickled Raven’s bare legs and arms as she watched Oriri’s proprietary software kick into gear. Its format was unfamiliar but intuitive. Just get to the data, she thought firmly. Get to the data, and the rest is cake.And… it was.File after file opened at a tap. UI windows opened in a flash and vanished again as automatic approvals were granted by the certificate permissions Jane and Peter had loaded the flash drive with.The da
Kade’s POVKade Sinclair did not get frantic. But he was very, very worried.He sat around the corner from Oriri, parked in the borrowed getaway car with the lights off on the cross street. Raven knew where to find him. She’d gone in nearly fifteen minutes ago, and she wasn’t back out. Seymore hadn’t reemerged either, but that was less concerning. Seymore would be pretending to negotiate, he thought, driving up the price for his loyalty before accepting it, to all appearances. Raven should have taken no more than ten minutes.He couldn’t wait any longer.If Oriri got Raven too… That would be too much. That would be it.He wouldn’t—couldn’t—admit that to himself. But that would break him. How they would send her body to him? All those years ago, the Oriri operative had described how a thirteen-year-old Kade would be left on his father’s desk. An ending to a legacy. To a dynasty. The tactics had never changed. Only now, it was the horror show of the Oriri heirs who were pull