Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Daisy

One glass became two.

0:9

nere

wasn’t counting. I was staring at the counter and methodically not thinking about anything. Not the contract. Not the war oom. Not the way he’d looked at me like I was a mildly interesting problem he’d already solved. Not the way my chest had hollowed out when I saw his hand close around hers-

reached into my bag for a napkin. That was when my fingers suddenly hit something stiff I pulled it out slowly it was a white card. Crisp. Clean. Embossed black lettering.