But Laz and I forced him to stay behind and observe.
“If something goes wrong, you can go in and help. Otherwise, stay put.” That was Laz’s command.
So I hacked into the feeds, and we listened from afar. Aside from a minor hiccup with Silva, everything went fine.
Noah was pissed, though, that he didn’t get to go out and play.
Except, we weren’t ready to take Lark yet.
And now I’m wondering if we were ever going to be ready at all.
I don’t think she knew about the hit on me. But I meant what I said about not blaming her if she did.
She’s a fighter. I respect that. Not too keen on being killed in the process. However, if she wants me to die for her, I will.
I pull up another screen, aware that Laz and Noah have been talking while I’ve been working. I’ve not paid attention, too busy searching the dark web for?—
A message pops up, interrupting my flow and making me frown.
LarkFerraro: Check your email.
I blink at the username. It’s pretty clear who sent it. Although, it’s interesting that she’s updated her handle fromLarkWhitetoLarkFerraro.
JohnAegean: Cute last name.
LarkFerraro: Careful or you might offend the boss.
I smirk.
JohnAegean: He doesn’t scare me.
LarkFerraro: I wish I could say the same.
And my smirk dies.
JohnAegean: He meant what he said—he’ll never hurt you.
She doesn’t reply, which has me glancing up at the man in question.
“You have some work to do with our omega,” I inform him, cutting off whatever he’s just said to Noah about security parameters.
Ignoring them again, I open my email and gape at the information dump waiting for me.
After skimming a few threads, I flip back to the messenger screen.
JohnAegean: How did you find all of this?
LarkFerraro: He’s my brother. I knew where to look.
Dots appear and disappear as she types and deletes.
“Johan,” Laz says, the emphasis on my name yanking my gaze up to his from my computer. He’s clearly been talking while I’ve been reading Lark’s report. “Why do I have work to do?”
I frown at him. “What?”
His dark eyes narrow. “You said I have work to do with our omega. Why?”
“Oh, right, that. She’s afraid of you. So you need to fix that.”
