Saint’s palms tighten and release against his neck, the move almost like he did the same to my heart.
Rex gawks at us. “You two have certainly been fucking busy.”
There’s a sinisterly proud look on his face. I doubt it’s anywhere near his and Saint’s tally, with this full-scale operation they have.
“They deserved it, each and every one,” I add, walking towards the desk with Regina.
She stops, turns to look at me, then moves to the side so I can stand beside Saint.
I don’t know whether to thank her or curse her, but I slip in beside him anyway as he lowers his arms, crossing them over his chest.
My arm closest to him feels like it’s got pins and needles, little, tiny bolts of electricity sparking along my skin where we’re inches apart.
Dawson spins round in his seat like Doctor Evil, facing the three of us; all he’s missing is the cat on his lap to complete the look.
“Had a look through your files. The ones you’ve targeted are small compared to the grand scheme of things, otherwise you’d be dead by now. Clarke’s really the only one that’s going to give you problems.”
My shoulders relax, but it’s fleeting when he goes on.
“That doesn’t mean someone won’t connect all the dots eventually. Omnia is based statewide.”
I feel like I’m trying to swallow a golf ball, listening to him.
None of our digging into our marks hinted that any of them had shit that would blow back on us. Clarke was our highest profile in terms of career wise.
“How are both of these societies connected?” I ask, and Dawson answers me.
“You start in Sumus during university. After that…you’ll be granted your place in Omnia.”
Saint’s deep voice startles me when he speaks; he’s been deathly silent since we walked in. “You two can’t leave here.”
I glance at him, and he looks deep in thought, brows pinched together. “Why? What else did you find?” My heartbeats are beginning to quicken.
He doesn’t look at me, just stares straight ahead.
My inner voice is screaming for him to turn his head, give me a glimpse of those steel-like eyes so I can read what’s battling beneath them.
Even if I regret the ache it brings me.
“We looked into Clarke’s CCTV. You were on it.”
The wall behind me stops me from falling backwards, Regina rising from her chair. “Impossible. I cut those feeds and replaced them with a recording.”
Regina’s programme is robust; she splits off the live feed so that the owner sees the recording, and her one keeps an eye on me.
As soon as we’re out, she wipes the whole day entirely.
It’s how we always move, and it’s never failed us yet.
Saint finally looks at me, his eyes hard and full of thunder. “But you wouldn’t have been able to pick up Omnia’s feed.”
My blood freezes over, my gaze slowly travelling to Regina. She’s got her eyes squeezed shut.
I glance towards Saint, and he looks like he’s a second from exploding. “They keep an eye on all their members; it’s a form of blackmail. Just like the police files you found, they’re there if they need it. You wouldn’t have known, because Clarke wasn’t even aware. Their system is untraceable unless you know it’s there.”
Fuck.
How the hell did we miss that?
