Page 388 of Black Reign

“Respect,” Drew calls from across the kitchen.

Vale raises his wineglass.

“Fear.”

“Fuck you, Prince.”

I rub my forehead.

“This is why I didn't tell any of you.”

Kane reclaims the screen.

“Hey, Sabine.”

She wipes beneath one eye.

“Hello.”

“I'm Kane.”

“I know.”

He pauses.

Right.

Vesper.

Kane grins.

“That is going to take some getting used to.”

Hannah leans in.

“And I'm Hannah.”

Sabine's expression softens immediately.

“The bride.”

Hannah laughs.

“Yes.”

“Your wedding was beautiful.”

Kane points toward the phone.

“See? She was there.”

“I was aware,” I say.

“No, you were running around interrogating catering staff.”

Sabine smiles sweetly.

“Very aggressively.”