Page 390 of Black Reign

Sabine pats my hand.

“Relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

Every person on the call laughs.

Then Drew goes quiet.

Rare.

He studies Sabine.

Then me.

A slow grin spreads across his face.

“Blackwell's Bride.”

Jalen stops chewing.

“Oh.”

Vale's brows rise.

Kane considers it.

Stella smiles.

Hannah says, “That's actually kind of romantic.”

“It sounds like a gothic novel,” Vale says.

“Exactly,” Drew says. “Blackwell's Bride.”

“No.”

Sabine takes a sip of tea.

“I kind of like it.”

I turn my head.

She looks innocent.

Betrayal.

“You do not.”

“I might.”

“Sabine.”

“What? It has mystery.”

“You already have a name.”

“So do you, Ghost.”