He catches his breath. “Westley said you were done with the orders. May I have a word with you?”
I nod and follow him back inside with a huff.
Once we are inside, he closes my office door behind me and instructs me to take a seat.
“I wanted to talk to you about the council member.”
I nod.
His mouth forms a thin line as he looks around the room. “I see you are taking well to your new position.”
“I am doing my best, sir.”
He waves me off. “Piss off with the sir shit. Now that you are basically taking over for the council, at least in this district, I have a few things I need to discuss with you.”
What could he possibly need to talk to me about? “Hmm?”
“Well, as you know already, you divvy out the kill orders to the other members.”
I nod.
“I was wondering if you would like to accompany me later this week for one of their meetings.”
My eyes widen. I knew a lot about this job, but I didn’t assume I would be allowed inside one of the meetings.
“Now, you won't be able to go inside the meeting room. But you can stick your ear to the door and listen if you wish.”
That’s not an invitation.
That’s a test.
I smirk at him. “Why would I want to do that?”
He chuckles. “Don’t you want to know what they talk about in those stupid meetings?”
I shrug. “I guess so.” I nod. “I will be there.”
He gets up from his chair at the same time I do. I check the time and realize I need to hurry up if I don’t want to be late to Rory. Tonight matters.
Cedric makes small talk as we return to my truck, and then he waves me off as I drive out onto the road.
Chapter 24
Rory
Ryven said he would meet us at the fountain in the center of town. It’s where the fakes like to throw their bodies out at for a show. But he still isn’t here yet. I run my hand along the gravel of the fountain, listening to the water trickle out the top.
“Are you sure he’s even going to show?” Jennifer mutters beside me.
I don’t answer. Of course he’ll show. He hasn’t let me down… yet.
I send a silent prayer skyward.Please don’t let this be the time he leaves mehanging.
This place is eary at night time. Everything feels too loud, too exposed. The trees sway in the distance, leaving the fountain in a lull as we wait.
Finally, headlights roll up the drive. I exhale hard.Thank fuck.
He barely has his door open as I slam into it with my hand. “Why are you late?” I growl.
