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My fork clatters against the plate. I gulp, the wine sour on my tongue now. “Your honesty is not refreshing.”

His mouth curves faintly.

“Fine,” I mutter. “I’ll just get to work while you’re gone.”

“No.”

The single word is sharp enough to cut. Then something flickers in his eyes—amusement. The realization makes me blink. He’s enjoying this. Us. The whole kitchen scene. Why? Is he lonely, or does he just like to play with his prey?

“You’re not going anywhere near my computers unlessI’m in the room,” he says. “I’ll be back later tonight. Then we’ll discuss the second part of our arrangement.”

Heat coils through me at the phrasing, spiraling low in my belly. I hate the response, hate that my body betrays me. “I don’t believe I agreed to that.”

“I believe you did.” His voice drops an inch lower, steady, certain. “You’re blushing again.”

I press my palm flat against the counter to ground myself. He’s dangerous in too many ways. Still, the fact that he wants me might be leverage. He gave me twenty-four hours to runafterI help him, which is a decent window. He has no idea how good I am at disappearing.

I’ll need to check in with the ladies before I vanish. But first … curiosity edges out fear. If there’s a back door from Aquarius Social into TimeGem Moments, there might be one buried inside Malice Media, too. I want into his servers. Bad.

I look up at him. “Have you hacked Aquarius lately?”

“No.” His tone hardens. “We haven’t touched their servers since Thorn and Alana—” He stops, jaw flexing.

“Combusted the world together?” I finish for him.

His mouth pulls tight. “Something like that. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” I say, though my pulse spikes. “Trying to see where everyone stands. Things are shifting.”

“Yeah.” His eyes darken further. “I feel it too.”

The elevator dings, echoing across the penthouse. Justice pushes his half-eaten plate toward the sink

He levels one last look at me. “I’ll be back, Ella. Be ready.”

FOURTEEN

Justice

Blood and torture aren’t my thing. Neither are voices that lie and scratch my skin like ribbons. My legs are killing me. I slice the neck of the final guy standing, or rather sitting tied to a chair, in the torture room dug into the rocks. The ocean rolls almost happily in the darkness beneath us, and I can smell the salt and spray through the copper scent around me. I wipe the knife on the now-dead thief, making sure the obsidian and garnet accents on the hilt are clean.

Oh, he’s evil. Not just a moron who shot me and tried to take Ella. There’s a local gang that hires out for jobs when they’re not trafficking women and kids. So many kids. He’s high up in 21 Purple and has more blood and lost innocence on his hands than I do. By far. Killing him is doing the world a service, although that isn’t exactly my thing, either.

Thorn likes to mete out punishment to enemies.Sometimes needs to feel his fists pounding his anger away. I do it for the job. Because it’s necessary.

I’m not mellower than my brother, not by any means. I’m just colder. I have to wonder if that’s why the virus in the garnet tried to freeze him to death and is just working to drive me insane. I’m already too cold to freeze.

Sheathing my knife, I turn and forget about the three dead gangbangers immediately. I reach the outside ledge and look down, barely seeing the spray as ocean waves smash against the rocks. Clouds mostly cover the moon, and a light rain falls.

Wynd reaches me, solid and quiet at my side. “Did they give anything up?”

“No. They were hired to take Ella but don’t know why.” They would’ve told me. I’m good at my job.

Wynd sighs. “Bodies?”

“Burn and scatter the ashes far out in the ocean like usual,” I murmur, his voice mildly brushing my skin but not causing any damage. I wonder if Ella can fix my problem. Then I banish thoughts of her. While she’s the enemy, her small pixie-like face doesn’t belong in my head that’s still filled with screams of pain. “I don’t like that they had no clue who hired them.”

“Probably Alexei,” Wynd replies, stretching his neck. “He’s still consolidating power after retaking Hologrid Hub.”