Sweet Dreams
Mikhail answers, his tone carrying that lazy, cocky drawl he reserves for me alone like he’s half-bored, half-amused, and fully ready to break a few federal laws before breakfast.
Even through the phone, I can hear the faint clacking of his keyboard, the hum of his servers and
my reminder that Mikhail doesn’t just hack systems.
He owns them. He’s the best hacker I know and he’s the kind of genius who can reroute a satellite feed while arguing about movie endings.
A digital phantom….
A menace!
And one of the only people alive I actually trust!
“Spit it out Kas,” he adds. “I can hear your brain sharpening a knife.”