Page 383 of Black Reign

“Who is terrifying?”

The entire Miami kitchen goes silent.

I close my eyes.

Wonderful.

Sabine walks into the room carrying a mug of tea.

Barefoot.

Naturally.

She is wearing one of my black cashmere sweaters, which reaches halfway down her thighs over leggings. Her caramel curls are piled messily on top of her head, several escaping around her face.

No makeup.

No contacts.

Wedding ring.

My wife.

Every person on the screen stares.

Sabine looks from me to the phone.

“Your friends?”

“Unfortunately.”

Drew shoves his face into the camera.

“IS THAT HER?”

Sabine stops.

Then takes one step backward.

I hold out my hand.

She looks at it.

Then at everyone watching.

Her mouth curves.

She comes anyway.

Her fingers slide into mine, and I pull her down beside me.

The reaction from Miami is immediate.

Hannah squeals.

Isa says, “Oh, she's gorgeous.”

Stella smiles.