The media has more and more questions, many of which I refuse to answer; I tell them to speak with the authorities, who will lead the investigation.
I get a text.
You look beautiful, can’t wait to mess up that straight hair of yours
How does a person react to a text like that? Because she is driving me nuts.
She also sends me an address.
For when you get over yourself
One day, I will murder her.
Nonetheless, I hand Doug the phone.
“We’re going there the moment we’re done here,” I tell him in a whisper, and he confirms with a nod.
“Lilian!” calls a reporter after me. “Does that mean Zeus will not be implemented further in government surveillance?”
Doug whispers in my ear. “He’s on the list Kat gave us.”
I nod. So he’s one of the Lords or their connections.
“At this point, we will not move forward with redevelopment,” I say, turning away. I’m done here.
I tilt my head to tell Doug we’re leaving.
Somehow, closing the door to the chapter feels satisfyingly good.
The administrative nightmare awaiting me will come, especially regarding investments, but I have people to handle those matters; after all, my personal finances and assets are all secured and protected by well-planned measures for a case like this.
Doug drives me to a warehouse in Queens. It’s located on a quiet street lined with closed doors and gates.
We arrive at the address, and the warehouse gate opens. Doug pulls in, revealing a surprisingly normal garage that leads to an empty warehouse.
My chest still hurts every time I turn or move quickly, causing me to gasp slightly when I get out of the car.
A door in front of us opens, and Kat steps through it. I’m still getting used to using her real self, the badass woman with dark brown hair and dark eyes; it feels so strange calling her Kat.
And yet, my body jolts at the sight of her.
I hate it so much.
Get a grip on yourself!
“Hi, D,” she says as she walks past Doug while beaming at me. He nods with a fist bump as she passes—something I can’t quite understand. He seems to be adjusting better to her than I am.
Her lips meet mine before I can do anything, and I let her. Apparently, I no longer have any control over anything anymore.
She nibbles my bottom lip to end the kiss and smiles at me in a way that shows her dangerous awareness of how she puts me out of control.
“Come,” she says, and pulls me carefully with her.
I remove my hand. I’m not a holding-hands person.
She sighs and points for me to walk through the door she came.
We go through it, and I freeze in shock.
