I’m so stupid.
And that stupidity was going to get him killed.
Jed stared at Eve as he stood by the counter in her flat, watching her. “I can’t believe you’re alive.”
“Would you stop?”
So he signed that to her with his hands.
She responded with an obscene gesture.
Jedi snorted. “You’re so evil.”
“And you’re annoying. Did you ever reach Syn?”
He pulled out his link and hit play. “Hey, Jedi. Sorry it took so long to get back to you. But you’re a minsid idiot to even attempt to get someone out of a League prison. Forget it. Can’t be done. I have that on the highest authority.”
She winced at those words.
“Maybe you should have asked your assassin.”
Eve scoffed. “Pretty sure he would have killed me had I done so.”
“What? Why?”
She decided it would be all kinds of idiocy to let him know she’d slept with Jinx. So she opted on a partial truth. “If he thought for one moment that we’d saved him hoping to get a favor . . . pretty sure he’d have skewered me.”
Jed sighed and slid his link back into his pocket. “Didn’t think about that. You’re probably right.”
“Know I am. He was extremely skittish and paranoid.”
“Yeah, I imagine his career doesn’t lend itself to trust.”
“No more than ours.”
Sighing, Jedi nodded, then frowned as he scanned her apartment. “Did your cleaning lady come back?”
She glared at him. “Don’t make me slap you.”
Cautiously, Jinx walked into the abandoned building. He was one of six assassins who were meeting here tonight.
None of them felt safe.
They might not show it, but he knew they felt the same uneasy apprehension he did.
While they wanted to trust each other, it was hard. Trust wasn’t part of their training. Especially since Vanquish, one of their group, had been his official trainer for assassinations.
He knew firsthand what a sick bastard he could be.
To this day, Vanquish had yet to disclose his real name or even where he’d come from. Jinx still wasn’t sure why Savage had chosen him for their group.
If anyone had asked him, he would have clearly placed Vanquish in the insane category, with no hope of redemption.
Same for Strife. She was one step away from either killing them or turning them in.
He’d never trust her.
And as he entered the dilapidated room, he realized that he was the last one to arrive.
