The SUV hummed, the sound of the tires on the asphalt the only thing breaking the heavy silence of the cabin. Outside, the lush, guarded greenery of the Blackwood was beginning to thin, replaced by the jagged, unkempt scrub of the borderlands.Fennigan gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He let out a deep, ragged breath that sounded more like a growl. "Are you sure this guy is trustworthy, Jax?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating with the tension he’d been holding since they left the porch. "We’re handing over the keys to our kingdom to a man who lives in a basement."Jax didn't look away from the window, his eyes scanning the dark treeline for any sign of a tail. "As sure as I can be in this situation, Fenn," he replied, his tone clinical and sharp. "Which is to say, I trust his greed and his paranoia more than I trust anyone’s loyalty right now. He doesn't care about the Council, and he doesn't care about the Blackwood. He just wants the challenge—and the payout."Jax
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