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“Be safe,” Scorpion tells me.

I think of Luna, defiant and intelligent and beautiful, waiting for me at the safe house.

I nod. “I will.”

And then I’m slipping out of the G-Wagon and into the night. As I reach the door of the Diamond Club, big fat drops of rain start to fall. In seconds, it becomes a deluge. Lightning arcs across the sky and thunder rakes the clouds.

But I don’t give a shit about the rain.

I’m ready.

Chapter 16

LUNA

“What else should we watch?” Saint asks, crossing his booted feet at the ankles.

We’re sitting in the living room, binge-watching crime shows. Saint’s been providing real-time commentary on all the ways the bad guy dropped the ball and left behind incriminating evidence. It’s kind of like watching an emergency room documentary with a doctor. After Priest abruptly left, I showered and changed and then had aZiaMaria dinner with Saint before we crashed on opposite ends of the sectional.

Having the distraction is kind of nice—it’s taking my mind off how long Priest has been gone. But the credits are rolling on the last episode of the series, and now I’m going to have to find something new for us to binge-watch.

“Do you like rom-coms?” I ask him.

“Hard pass.”

“Fine.” I scroll through the options. “Reality shows?”

“Fuck no.”

I sigh. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“Priest starting to grow on you, sweets?”

I slant a glare in Saint’s direction. “Like a fungus.”

He laughs. “Perfect description. Just don’t let him hear it.”

“I can’t wait to tell him when he gets back,” I drawl.

Saint’s phone buzzes and he checks the screen.

“How do you have cell service in this subterranean lair?” I ask, craning my neck to see if I can get a glimpse of what’s on his screen. “Or Wi-Fi, for that matter?”

I’m not going to say that I’m going through phone withdrawal.

But Imightbe going through phone withdrawal.

Also, I’m desperate to know what Priest is doing and when he’ll be back. Not because I like him, but because he’s all I have right now, enemy or no. If something happens to him, I have no idea what will happen tome.

Saint frowns down at his phone and taps out a terse response, angling the screen away from me so that I can’t see a thing and ignoring my nosy questions.

My stomach clenches. “What is it?”

“Business.”

His response isn’t helping things.

“Is it about Priest?”