Page 39 of Black Reign

The glasses meet over the table.

For a few seconds, we're younger again.

Too arrogant.

Too loud.

Certain nothing would ever change.

Except Leo wears a wedding ring.

Drew wears one.

Vale has Stella.

Kane is weeks away from marrying Hannah.

Jalen spent half the night kissing models in the Mediterranean because he's the only one fully exploiting his remaining single status.

And I have two photographs from a woman whose real name I don't know locked inside a device nobody else can open.

The moment should end there.

It doesn't.

Drew looks at the device again.

Then at me.

His eyes narrow.

I know that expression.

“No.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“You're thinking.”

“What's that crypto-chat thing called?”

“No and it’s not a crypto chat—amateur.”

“The place where you talk to Miss London Bridge.”

Vale looks up.

Leo's mouth starts curving.

I already hate this.

“She is not Miss London Bridge.”

“She stood you up on London Bridge.”

“Her handle is Vesper.”

“Miss London Bridge has more personality.”