LOGINJulian paled, the arrogance completely draining from him. "I’ve suspected a mole... but we have no proof."
"It's John," Joanna said, the name striking him like a physical blow. "Your cousin. He hates you, Julian. He wants you ruined, and eventually, he’s going to try to kill you. Liquidate your assets now. Pull your money out. Don’t fight for the company."
"Even if it’s John, I can save it," Julian argued, his voice tense, though his eyes pleaded with her for answers. He was completely hooked, trusting this strange, captivating woman who held many secrets. "I have plans. I can make a comeback in two years."
"Your company cannot be saved," Joanna interrupted, her tone firm but strangely tender. "But you can be. Take your billions and convert them into food, medicine, and a ton of firearms, and solar-powered freezers. Build stashes heading west toward Evercrest. Do it in the next six months."
"Why six months?" Julian asked. He reached out, his hand hovering over hers, his eyes burning into hers with a sudden, desperate intensity.
Looking into the depths of his dark eyes, Joanna’s mind went completely blank for a second. He is so incredibly gorgeous. The raw, masculine heat radiating off him made the tips of her ears turn bright pink. She mentally backed up from those thoughts and got it together. She swallowed hard, forced to look away to catch her breath.
"Because... because money won't be worth anything in six months," she managed to say, her voice slightly breathless. "Oh, and buy emeralds. The rarer, the better. Put them in the stashes."
Julian raised his eyebrows, a faint, intrigued smirk tugging at his lips despite the gravity of her words. "Why emeralds?"
"I’ll tell you when I see you next," she teased, flashing him a knowing smile.
She could sense the plane decreasing altitude getting ready to land. “Here is another prediction. When we land, they are going to have us move to another gate to disembark the plane.”
Right on cue, the plane tilted as it descended, tires screeching onto the tarmac. As they rolled toward the terminal, the captain's voice came over the intercom: “Folks, we have an electrical shortage at our scheduled gate, we’ll be redirecting to a different location to deplane.”
Julian went utterly rigid. He turned to Joanna, his eyes wide, staring at her as if she were a goddess dropped from the sky.
Joanna grabbed a napkin from her tray, pulled a pen from her bag, and scribbled down a set of numbers. She pressed the napkin firmly into his palm, her fingers lingering against his skin, feeling the heavy beat of his pulse.
"These are coordinates," Joanna murmured, her voice dripping with promise. "I will be there in December. Buy a property there, stockpile it, and hide your emeralds there. Secrecy is the difference between life and death. If you do this, your future will be a million times easier... once you find me."
She wanted him. Not just for his rare lightning ability, but because the raw, untapped chemistry between them was a weapon in itself. If he is on her side, her level of protection would climb that much higher. He was a powerhouse, and she was going to be the one to unleash him. His leadership and strength helped him stand out from her dream even though she only met him once. The fact that he somehow ended up sitting close to her on this flight must be some hidden thread to her journey. His life intertwined with hers earlier than expected.
They stood up, moving down the aisle together. At the exit of the jet bridge, Julian caught her by the forearm, his grip firm but careful.
"Can I call you if I have questions?" he asked, his eyes searching hers, a sudden protective warmth in his gaze.
Joanna smiled up at him, stepping out of his grip but leaving her scent lingering in his air. "You won't have time, trust me."
She turned and began walking away, her hips swaying slightly. After a few steps, she paused, looking back over her shoulder with a devastating smirk. "Here’s a hint, Julian: Your future is going to be electric. Do what I said, and come find me."
Julian stood frozen in the crowded terminal, staring after her as she disappeared into the crowd, the napkin clutched tightly in his fist.
The bank visit went off without a hitch, playing out exactly as it had in her memories. She already had buyers lined up for her shares through a corporate lawyer she had specifically hired for this extraction.
Wrestling the sproutlings into order took far longer than Joanna had planned. Ten of them had to be counted, separated from the other ten, and convinced that guarding a wall was a promotion and not a punishment. Two refused to let go of Piper’s vines. One climbed a tree in the garden and wouldn’t come down. Another was found halfway through eating a fence post and had to be talked out of it, mostly by bribery with a level four core.Piper handed over the final sproutling, a small, stubborn one with a particularly glossy blossom. “Those are the ten,” she said. “Including the ones I mentioned. The tree-eater, the biter, and that one.” She jerked a vine toward the little sprout, who was sidling toward the barbecue grill by the hot spring. “That girl needs to stop flirting with the g
After breakfast, Joanna went to collect the toxin from Michelle and see the soldiers off. The plan was simple. She would teleport the route first to scan for hangups, while the convoy drove the whole way to Dillon in a day. The knot in her stomach hadn’t loosened since the dream, and it made her want to get to Dillon fast.In the lab, Michelle handed over a sealed, padded case. Inside, rows of glass vials held a fine, pale powder, the processed spores. “Handle it like it’s a sleeping dragon,” Michelle said. “Do not open these without masks.”“Understood.” Joanna slipped the case into her space and nodded to Warren, who gave her a thumbs-up from behind a respirator pushed up on his forehead.Out in the courtyard, two large military trucks sat idling, and s
Joanna stood in a room she didn’t remember entering.It was dark, and the dark felt thick, like something she had to push through to move. The walls were bare concrete, stained black in long vertical streaks where water seeped down from somewhere above. It dripped in a slow, uneven rhythm into puddles she couldn’t see. The air tasted of mildew, old blood, and something sharp and chemical underneath.She tried to step forward, but her body wouldn’t answer. She could only watch.Five men knelt against the far wall, chained at the wrists and ankles to iron rings set into the concrete. Rough burlap sacks covered their heads, cinched at the throat with twine. Their shoulders sagged, and their breathing came in shallow, wet rasps. Despair rolled off them in waves so heavy she could feel it pressing on he
The next morning, the base woke up grumbling.Jolie and Jake were openly irritated that they had missed the fight, and Jolie kept muttering about “the one day I do paperwork.” Leo, arm still in a sling, was in the middle of telling the story for the fourth time, and the deer-headed monster had grown another set of antlers since breakfast. Will, Allen, and Raven all wore the same aggrieved look of people who had been left out of the good part.Joanna huffed in amusement, then put on her sternest face. “Nobody is going back out there until you’ve absorbed your cores. That’s an order. Level up first, brag later.”A chorus of reluctant “Yes, Boss” followed her down the hall.She messaged Briggs several times that morning. Each
Catching her breath, Joanna smiled at the team, a tired, crooked, proud smile, and then glanced back at the wreckage of the deer-headed horror.Something was moving near its ruined head.Piper had crept up behind the carcass, vines slipping delicately into the split skull, and was easing out a core the size of a melon. It pulsed a deep, bruised purple-black, glistening with sap. She was being very quiet about it. Suspiciously quiet. Her blossoms were turned the other way, as if that would help.“NO, you don’t!” Joanna yelled.She blinked across the road and snatched the core out of Piper’s vines a heartbeat before it vanished into a blossom. It was heavy and warm, and it hummed against her palms.
“That’s... Piper?” Levi whispered.“That’s Piper,” Joanna said quietly. “Be very glad she likes us.”The sproutlings gave a delighted, bloodthirsty trill.The deer-headed creature took a single step back.For the first time, the calm intelligence in its eyes flickered with something like wariness. Its antlers dripped. The ranks of level fives behind it shifted but held, tilting their heads in unison.Piper went still. Her blossoms stopped swaying, and a faint green shimmer rippled up her vines and across the air between her and the beast. The silence stretched, thick enough to choke on. The creature’s black vines twitched in answer, slow and rhythmic, and the pulse beneath







