LOGINChapter 81Callie"That is not how you make toast," I said.Danny looked down at the black, smoking square of bread in his hand like it had personally betrayed him. "It was on the setting that said medium.""My toaster has been lying about medium for three years. You have to watch it. You have to love it. You cannot just walk away and trust it.""Is that a metaphor for something?""Everything is a metaphor before nine in the morning." I took the toast out of his hand and dropped it in the sink, where it hissed. "Sit down. I will do it. You are a guest."He sat down at my tiny kitchen table in the same hoodie he had slept in, with his hair flat on one side from my pull-out couch. He looked about fourteen. He had told me last night, between slices of frozen pizza, that he was nineteen and played junior hockey and wanted to make the league like his brother. Then he had asked me, very politely, if I knew why a man in a grey jacket would stand outside a locked door and knock, and I had sai
Chapter 80VesperI did not take the chain off right away.Liora stood in the hallway with her arms around herself and waited. She did not push the door or try to look past me into the apartment. She just stood there under the yellow light and let me look at her, the same way Silas had let me look at him on the couch a few hours earlier."How did you get my address?" I asked."Damien has it written down in a notebook on his desk," she said. "Along with your parents' address, your office extension, the name of your dentist and the time you usually go running on Saturdays." She shrugged a little inside her coat. "He keeps notes on everyone he owns."I stared at her through the gap."If he finds out you came here…""He will not. I told my driver I had a migraine and went to bed. Then I went down the service elevator and took a taxi." She looked down the hallway again toward the elevator. "Please, Vesper. I know you have no reason to trust me. I would not trust me either. But I have been
Chapter 79Vesper "I make stories disappear. I find the parts nobody is supposed to see and I bury them so deep nobody ever finds them." I set the invitation back on the table. "Damien has spent two years burying things. Debts and bets and men in grey cars. I know how people like him hide things, because I have done it for this team a hundred times. So I am going to go inside his life and I am going to dig, and I am going to find the story that ends him."Silas stared at me. "That is insane.""Probably.""If he figures out what you are doing…""He will not.""You do not know that.""No," I said. "But I know it is a better plan than you punching him in his lobby."He opened his mouth and closed it. I watched him try to find an argument and not be able to. I watched him hate it."I hate this," he said."I know you do.""I hate the idea of you walking around his apartment and letting him touch you and pretending to…" He stopped. His jaw went tight. "I hate it.""I know," I said again, a
Chapter 78Vesper"You can stay as long as you want," Callie said, already pulling Danny through her front door by the sleeve of his hoodie. "I have a pull-out couch and too much frozen pizza and absolutely no questions."She was wearing pajama pants with little moons on them and one of her brother's old college sweatshirts, and her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy knot. She had answered the door on the first knock, like she had been sitting right behind it waiting. I had texted her from the car with one line, I need you to hide someone, and she had answered with an address I already knew and a thumbs up.Danny stood in her hallway holding his hockey bag and looking around at the fashion magazines and the three dresses still hanging on the closet door from the night before. He looked like he had no idea how his day had ended up here."Thank you," he said to her. "Really. I am sorry about this.""Do not be sorry. I am a journalist. Strange people show up at my door all the
Chapter 77Silas"Danny, listen to me. Do not get in that car."My voice came out louder than I meant it to, loud enough that Corvin flinched in his chair in the corner. On the other end of the line, I heard my brother stop walking."What? Silas, is that you? Why do you sound like…""Do not get in the car," I said again, slower. "Do not let him touch your bag. Do not let him open a door for you. Do you hear me?""Yeah, I hear you. Okay." His voice got quieter. I could tell he had turned his back to someone. "He is right here. He is like ten feet away, leaning on the car. What do I do?"My hands were shaking so badly that Vesper reached out and held my wrist steady around the phone."You are going to walk back inside the rink," I said. "You are going to walk, not run. Act like you forgot something in the locker room. Your water bottle. Your tape. Anything.""Okay.""Then you go straight to the coaches' office and you lock the door. Coach Peretti always leaves the key in it. You lock it
Chapter 76VesperDamien's thumb moved slowly on the back of my knee while he talked about the playoff race."If we keep this pace through March," he said to Mr. Callahan, the team's majority owner, "you are looking at home ice for the first two rounds at least. The sponsors will be very happy.""From your mouth," Mr. Callahan said, and laughed, and clinked his glass against Damien's.I stood at the front of the owners' box beside Damien's chair with my tablet held against my chest and my smile fixed on my face. Nobody else in the room could see his hand. The chairs were close together and the lights were low, and from behind it looked like he was just sitting near me the way a fiancé sits near the woman he is going to marry. His palm was warm through my stockings. His thumb made the same small circle over and over, and every circle made me want to scream.I did not move. I did not look down. I watched the ice.Silas was on the second line. He came over the boards a minute into the pe
Izzy I slammed the door so hard my hand stung right away. My heart would not slow down. It kept pounding like it wanted to jump out. I ran down the hall to my room and locked the door fast. I pressed my back against it and slid all the way down to the floor. My legs felt weak. What the hell did I
Riven I shifted on the bed trying to ignore it pushing the phone down for a second and running a hand through my hair thinking about all the reasons this was stupid I hated how she looked at me like I was the intruder when they moved in and how she fought back every time instead of just staying ou
Riven I couldn’t shake it no matter how hard I tried, the whole thing kept replaying in my head like some bad loop I couldn’t pause, her standing there in my doorway with her eyes wide and her mouth dropped open after she barged in without knocking like she owned the place too now that our parents
Izzy I dragged myself through the front door way later than I meant to, legs aching from running around the rink all day trying to get decent shots while Riven acted like I was invisible except when he wanted to glare at me. The house was lit up like always, and right away Mom and Mr. Holt were







