Page 51 of Black Reign

“Can you?”

Vale groans, “Never ask Blackwell questions you don't want answered.”

Haverhill leans back.

“You think she'll come?”

I look at the dark channel.

The wedding is still weeks away.

California.

A private estate.

A security operation I haven't finished designing.

None of that belongs in NULL yet.

When the time comes, if she still wants it, I'll create a credential that reveals only what she needs to know.

Then I'll place the invitation here myself.

Assuming I'm sober enough by then to realize what a terrible idea this is.

“I don't know.”

Drew points his cigar toward me.

“Miss London Bridge is coming.”

“You sound confident.”

“She has five people to disappoint now.”

“Four. Jalen is unconscious.”

From beneath the towel comes a muffled voice.

“I support the invitation.”

We all look at him.

He doesn't move.

Drew grins.

Vale finishes his Scotch.

“If she doesn't show, odds change.”

“There are no odds.”

“There are absolutely odds,” Kane says.

Leo looks toward the distant coastline.

“What happens if she actually comes?”