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“You want to know if there is going to be a body?” Ronan shrugs. “Do you think we should kill the kid?”

“Kid? He’s our age.” That may be true, but Ronan and I have seen and lived far more than this kid ever could even imagine.He’s a spoiled little shit who thinks he can get away with anything he wants. That his daddy will save him. Little does he know, his daddy may not even be able to save himself.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

TOVA

Ignoring all the clothes brought in, Cosima paces back and forth. We’re in a private area of Neiman Marcus that has been marked off for only us. Which I was kind of happy about. I thought it might be awkward with Brian following us around and watching us change from one outfit to another. I’m sure he doesn’t want a runway show just as much as I don’t want to give him one.

“This plan was over before it began.” Cosima throws her hands up in frustration. “Has she texted you back?”

“No, but does it matter? She can’t get in here.” I’m on the fence about how to feel about it.

It sucks because I really wanted to meet Marks. Everything we have ever done is online. Of course, we’ve done video calls and such, but this is different. I have to admit that the guilt over not telling Warren the entire truth is slowly eating away at me. What worsens it—now that I’m really thinking about it—is that this is what Warren was worried about to begin with when it came to Marks. He thinks she's sneaky. Not that he used that exact word when talking about her, but he didn’t have to. Now here we are, sneaking around with Marks.

“Now what?” Cosima plops down on the couch next to me.

“You can try on some of the clothes they set out for us.” I motion toward the racks. They had brought in separate ones for each of us. Warren had thought ahead. I’m used to roaming around racks of clothes. There aren’t even tags on any of these items.

“Hey!”

Cosima and I both let out a scream, jumping up. We snap our heads back, the sound having come from the ceiling. Marks is smirking down at us.

“What?” Brian rushes through the curtains hanging over the normally open doorway. He has his gun drawn. He raises it to where we were clearly staring. I glance back up and see the ceiling tile is back in place. “What was it?” Brian walks in farther, keeping his gun pointed at the ceiling.

“Spider,” I blurt out. “I thought I saw one.”

“Sorry.” Cosima gives him an apologetic smile.

Brian holsters his gun. “Do you need anything?”

“Nope, all good. I’m about to get all naked and try these clothes on.” Cosima wiggles her brows.

“That’s my cue.” Brian turns around, leaving us alone.

“Quick thinking, Tova. Glad to see you’re finally on board for this mission.”

“Mission?”

“Yeah, we named it Petty Badgers,” Marks says, the tile opening again. “Can I get a hand here? I’m in the ceiling, and now after the spider comment, I’m convinced there is something crawling on me.”

“How the heck are we gonna get you down from there?” Cosima asks.

I had no clue how Marks was going to slip by whatever security Warren sent, but I should’ve known better. Of course she’s in the ceiling. It’s actually pretty clever, and I’m sure it took a bit of planning.

“Help me. Let’s move the couch over a bit so it’s directly underneath. Marks, you want us to stand on it and help you down or you want to try to lower yourself?” Cosima moves into action.

Good thing because I’m in some sort of daze or something. I’m not sure if it’s nerves, excitement, or the thought of getting caught that has me feeling this way.

We both lift our hands for her to brace on; she jumps down, and we all almost fall over. “Whoa, we almost pulled a Tova,” Marks teases me.

“Roll out of two windows, and you’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Nope, that’s what friends are for,” Marks says, pulling me in for a tight hug.

“You’re taller than I realized.” This all feels so surreal. I can’t believe I’m finally meeting her in person.

“I know, I got these supermodel legs.” She turns to Cosima next. “It’s nice to meet you.” Marks holds her hand out.