Page 64 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
Christian nods slightly.
“It’s clean. It gives us a direct line in.”
Elijah’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue it.
“What about your person inside?” he asks instead.
Christian doesn’t hesitate.
“I haven’t heard anything yet,” he says. “But I trust them.”
Elijah studies him for a second.
“You sure about that?”
A faint smirk pulls at Christian’s mouth.
“The Blackbird has never let the Bellandi’s down.”
Lucian goes still.
It’s subtle, the kind of shift most people wouldn’t notice, but I catch it anyway. Something in the room changes when that name lands.
“You asked the Blackbird to go into Vargas territory?” Lucian says, and this time there’s something sharper underneath it.
Christian doesn’t back down.
“I needed a new angle.”
There’s a pause after that.
Not confusion.
Not hesitation.
Something else.
Like a line just got crossed and everyone here knows it.
I look between them.
“Who the hell is the Blackbird?”
Christian’s gaze flicks to me, weighing how much to say, and then settles into something neutral again.
“Someone you don’t ask questions about,” he says. “And someone we can trust.”
That doesn’t answer anything.
If anything, it makes it worse.
I lean back slightly, letting it sit, filing it away for later because right now I’ve got bigger problems.
Like the fact that it’s been almost three days.
Three days since she was taken.
Three days and we still don’t have her.
