Page 441 of Black Reign

“Protective?”

“Possessive.”

“Better.”

Senior exhales behind us.

“I am still standing here.”

I look over my shoulder.

“Then perhaps give the newlyweds privacy.”

“This is my building.”

“For now.”

His eyebrows rise.

Xavier laughs.

And standing above Monaco with the Blackwell empire beneath us, I realize Papa would have loved this.

Not the money.

Not the building.

The irony.

His daughter spent years trying to break Blackwell.

Instead, she married one.

Then stole its best hacker.

I lean into Xavier's side.

His arm moves around my waist automatically.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Strategist.”

His thumb moves against my hip.

I look out at the sea.

For years, disappearing was my greatest skill.

Then Ghost found me.

Or I found him.

We still argue about that.