Page 194 of Black Reign

“So am I.”

“Yes.”

His gaze moves to my devices.

“Usually.”

That one lands.

Because he's right.

I was watching Xavier.

Watching Ghost.

Thinking about his hands.

His mouth.

The stupid way my stomach reacted every time he called me baby.

And while I was staring at Xavier Blackwell, someone found Sabine Beaumont.

My skin prickles.

How long?

Paris?

California?

London Bridge?

Did the photograph give them something?

The book?

Did I become careless because I wanted one man to find me?

The older man stands.

“We know you entered Blackwell.”

I keep my face blank.

“We know someone else entered after you.”

My heart gives one hard beat.

There.

Someone else.

Not me.

The ARGUS intrusion Xavier mentioned indirectly.

The one Blackwell is chasing.