HIS SUBSTITUTE MATE’S REVENGE
"Jim, this is too much. If they find this on me, Tristan will—"
"Tristan will think I’m incompetent, not a traitor," Jim cut in, a grim smile touching his lips. "Besides, if I buy you a new device and the Crowne Dominion's surveillance picks up a new IMEI active on the estate grounds, we’re both dead before sunset. Use mine. It’s already white-listed."
"Thank you," I breathed, clutching the cold metal to my chest as if it were a holy relic.
Jim gave me a sharp, final nod. "Keep it under the mattress. I'll be back in forty-eight hours to check the 'fever.' Make sure you have your plan ready by then."
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