Page 158 of Black Reign

I’ve spent years playing defense with her because she was anonymous.

That ended tonight.

GHOST: Warning.

VESPER: Should I be frightened?

My mouth curves.

GHOST: No.

I type the next line slowly.

GHOST: But you’ve never seen what happens when I stop watching and start coming after you.

The dots appear instantly.

Stop.

Return.

VESPER: That sounds suspiciously like a double entendre, Mr. Blackwell.

A laugh escapes me.

Low.

Real.

I lean both hands against the stone balustrade.

GHOST: Take it however you want.

VESPER: Careful.

GHOST: That’s usually my line.

VESPER: Not anymore.

Then:

VESPER: Go enjoy the wedding.

I straighten.

GHOST: Giving orders now?

VESPER: Someone has to. You’re ruining your friend’s expensive champagne by glaring at everyone.

I glance through the doors.

Drew is staring at me from across the room.

He lifts his glass.

Asshole.

GHOST: Where are you?