Jinzo's head was reeling, his heart pounding like it might explode as he pieced together the snippets of conversation, like fragments of a puzzle he never even knew was there.
A plan? For real? From the very beginning?
Rei pulling the strings, Nash playing the hero, they'd been manipulating everyone all along. How the fuck had he missed it?
A faint rustle in the shadows took his attention away.
He narrowed his eyes at the corner, spotting Aiko curled up there, half-hidden behind a chair, her hand pressed over her mouth to muffle any noise.
Her eyes were huge, fixed on the chaos, her other hand twitching at her side, thighs clenched like she was wrestling some inner storm.
She'd been watching too? Why the hell is she here? How long?
She must've been there from the start. Maybe she'd seen the whole damn show; her face said as much.
