Page 132 of Black Reign

Every photograph.

The piece of my mouth.

His abdomen.

The increasingly dangerous things we've said late at night when neither of us wanted to admit what we were becoming.

My chest hurts.

I'm falling in love with Ghost.

Maybe I already have.

And Ghost is Xavier Blackwell.

The Blackwell heir I've spent years trying to destroy.

Across the terrace, Drew is still talking him down.

Xavier rolls his shoulders.

Adjusts one cuff.

The anger disappears behind that cold, beautiful face.

Control returning.

I know that move.

I've read it in punctuation for years.

Ghost does the same thing in NULL.

When he is furious, his messages get cleaner.

Shorter.

More precise.

How did I miss it?

Because I didn't want Ghost to be someone like Xavier.

I wanted him safe.

Separate.

Mine.

The realization hurts enough that I almost laugh.

Mine.

He isn't mine.

He has no idea I'm standing twenty yards away wearing someone else's eyes.

And now I have a problem bigger than Blackwell security.