“You should be.”
I blinked.
A knock sounded.
Then, Eye One stepped inside. "Hiro called."
Kenji's jaw visibly tensed. “Did he?”
“Yes.” Eye One continued, "Reo told him you were in the helicopter heading away from the chaos, so—"
"Reo wants us in the helicopter now, just in case Hiro tests that story and has his people check the sky."
The Eye gave a slow nod.
Kenji rose and stood, fluid and tall, every line of his body hardening with purpose. He put his hand out to me.
I didn’t hesitate. I rose with him, careful to draw the cape around my body. My heart was racing now.
But Eye One wasn’t done. "Also, Reo wanted you to know that the traitor was the saxophone player. Apparently, he owedmoney to a loan shark and gave tonight’s location in exchange for fifty million yen."
Kenji sneered. "And did Reo find out who those assassins belong to?"
The Eye didn’t blink. "Your brother, Akiro."
The temperature in the room dropped. A new kind of fury pulsed from Kenji now.
"Also, Reo put Hiroko and her assistants on another helicopter," Eye One added. "They’ll be meeting you at the safe spot."
Kenji gave him a tight nod of approval.
The Eye gave a half-bow, and then vanished through the door like mist.
Kenji turned to me.
I raised an eyebrow. "The safe spot?"
“It’s time for me to go to war, Tora.”
A cold drop hit the center of my chest. “War?”
“Yes.”
“With whom?”
“My father.”
I tensed in shock.
Kenji Sato—the most powerful man I’d ever seen, the most composed, the most untouchable—was going to war with the man who made him.
“W-why are you about to go to war with your father?”
“It’s about vengeance for my brother. Safety for us, and legacy for our kids.”
Our. . .kids?
I tried to steady my voice, but it cracked anyway. “Are you ready to battle against him?”
