Her latest case was a violation.
"Let's go," she said. "We have work to do."
She hadn't handed over a key. She hadn't begged. She had done the one thing the fortress had always protected: she had made herself the only variable that mattered.
Marcus looked up. His face was bruised, one eye swollen shut. But his gaze was clear, and it pinned her with a strange, desperate urgency. "Sheena, listen to me. The blackout wasn't a violation. It was a beacon. They needed you to come alone."
The world narrowed to a pinprick. Sheena had no partner. No backup. The fortress she'd built had no doors—for anyone else. She had walked into a trap not of violence, but of leverage. And Marcus, the con man, the ghost, was the black ink they were using to sign her surrender.
Her latest case was a violation.
"Let's go," she said. "We have work to do." sheena ryder blacked
She hadn't handed over a key. She hadn't begged. She had done the one thing the fortress had always protected: she had made herself the only variable that mattered. Her latest case was a violation
Marcus looked up. His face was bruised, one eye swollen shut. But his gaze was clear, and it pinned her with a strange, desperate urgency. "Sheena, listen to me. The blackout wasn't a violation. It was a beacon. They needed you to come alone." She hadn't begged
The world narrowed to a pinprick. Sheena had no partner. No backup. The fortress she'd built had no doors—for anyone else. She had walked into a trap not of violence, but of leverage. And Marcus, the con man, the ghost, was the black ink they were using to sign her surrender.
