Page 115 of Black Reign

He holds out his hand again.

“Let me get you once.”

I should refuse.

Instead I look at Sergei.

Then at Kane, who is thirty-something minutes away from getting married and standing at his own security gate.

This entire situation is my fault.

I unlock the device.

Open NULL.

Hand it to Drew.

“If you touch anything except the conversation⁠—”

“You’ll ruin my life.”

“Yes.”

“Got it.”

He looks at the screen.

Vesper is offline.

Then he types.

GHOST: Friend here.

I reach for it.

He pivots away.

“Let me cook.”

“I hate that phrase.”

“Last chance, Miss London Bridge.”

His thumbs move.

GHOST: Friend here. You don’t screw with my boy. You want to play games, play them with me. Keep messing with him and I’m having him delete this whole creepy encrypted love nest.

“Travers.”

“One more.”

GHOST: He actually likes you, which is disturbing enough for all of us. Stop making him look like he wants to murder elderly Russian men at weddings.

Sergei lifts a finger.

“Ukrainian mother.”

Drew points at him without looking up.