“That makes one of us,” says Logan drily.
I lean forward, wincing as my splitting headache gets worse. “If we’re right about that, Logan, you know we have a trump card.”
Everest gestures toward the closed door. Vincent is visible through the glass, waiting patiently on the other side.
“The kid?” he mouths.
I nod.
“A trump card… or a spy,” mutters Logan.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” I quote under my breath.
Vale looks away as I stand up, massaging the bridge of my nose.
“Alright. Fuck this. I’m gonna go visit the girl.”
Is it my imagination, or does Logan’s tired face grow a few shades paler?
He stands up too, so abruptly that his coffee splashes to the ground.
“Can I talk to you?”
“Sure,” I shrug.
He follows me outside the room, his face tight.
“Listen,” he says, “you know I’ve always been loyal.”
I nod, a bit perplexed.
“I’ve done a lot of shit over the years, but it was always out of loyalty.”
“Yes,” I say impatiently. “And?”
He hesitates. “The thing is, I would do absolutely anything for you. Because I have your back. You know that, right?”
“Alright, Logan. Where’s this going? Or is this some kind of love declaration? I’m not looking for anything serious right now.”
“Fuck off,” he snorts. “I mean… I just mean… I hope you think of that when…”
“When what?”
He pauses another beat. “Never mind. See ya.”
I stare at his retreating back as he walks down the hallway toward his office.
My head is still pounding and the lack of sleep is making my thoughts muddled. Otherwise I’m sure I’d see what he’s getting at. Instead, I shrug again, and call the elevator.
Time to visit the girl. My pet.
I smile at the moniker, and my headache ebbs at the thought of seeing her again. She’s like crack cocaine or something.
Okay, Damien. Easy. Don’t let them see. Don’t let her see.
I calm my breathing and walk toward the door of the apartment, fumbling in my breast pocket for the key. She’s not in the living room or in the kitchen. It’s only 9 a.m., maybe she’s still sleeping. My cock twitches in anticipation at the thought. If she is, I’ll have the perfect excuse to punish her.
I already do, though. I shake my head as I remember the one time I checked on her before the technical issues that led to the feed being shut off. I saw her nails digging hard into her skin. Poor girl. Guess she’s really suffering.
