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her screen.
    â€œJust taking a constitutional stroll through the district.” Gea shrugged. She didn’t care to show any weakness to the other woman. Delilah might have dropped out of the thieving game when she mated with a man richer than Deus, but she wasn’t someone people wanted to show their underbelly to. Gea let a little grin quirk her lips. “You know how it goes.”
    â€œYeah, I do.” Delilah chuckled. “I’m on my way over to my sister’s place now.” The gleam in those green eyes said she was amused by the exchange. Good. No one ever wanted to deal with her in a bad mood. “I’ll be there most of the evening, if you want to stop in.”
    â€œPerfect.” A glance over the edge of the building confirmed Gea’s location and that she’d lost the Komodo dragon-shifter. She didn’t have far to go to reach her destination. “I’d like to talk to your sister anyway.”
    â€œWell, lucky us.”
    Gea paused for a second as she realized Delilah might have a connection to her client that could complicate things. “Your husband isn’t with you, is he?”
    â€œHunter? No, he’s got a meeting with an associate of his tonight. Breck hasn’t been up for entertaining in a while, so I left them to their business.”
    Breck. As in Constantine Breckenridge, Gea’s client. She winced, but there was no hope for it. She could only hope Delilah knew how to be discreet.
    And maybe if she escorted the other woman out of the Vermilion on her way home, she could resist the temptation to stop by Quill’s place for a second round of hot shagging.

3
    K ienan sat at a small table, facing the last living member of his family. His cousin, Pierce, stared at him for long moments before he spoke. “What’s the occasion, Kienan?”
    He looked around at the enclosed balcony that overlooked the main floor of Tail. The polyglass windows muted the synthrock, the sound of people shouting or groaning at the gaming tables . . . or at some of the other, more sexual offerings of the technobrothel.
    â€œI retired.” Neither of them were chatty men, so this conversation might be even briefer than he’d imagined. Then again, he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. The Vaughns were hardly the type for heartfelt family reunions.
    Surprise flickered in Pierce’s silver gaze. “I figured you’d die in harness.”
    So had Kienan. He’d never imagined a life for himself outside of covert ops. If one assignment or another didn’t get him, he’d expected to be kicked upstairs to an admin desk job.
    He shrugged. “I got tired of the game, so I got out.”
    Every moment had been spent in a dark game of wits, lying to everyone around him, infiltrating crime organizations, terrorist cells, enemy governments, whatever was necessary. He’d realized there were only a handful of people in the world who knew his real name, who knew him at all. It had been an unsettling thought. He didn’t say that to his cousin.
    Pierce grunted. “Never expected to see you again.”
    â€œI thought the same with you.” Kienan rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “I don’t have any plans in place yet, but I just wanted to reconnect, see how you were doing, since we’re the only ones left. That’s all.”
    Connection. Something to link him to reality rather than the world of secrets and lies that had been his existence for so long. Maybe coming to Pierce for that was a bad idea. The two of them were too much alike. Too dark inside. Too used to dealing in death and tragedy. His cousin was an agent for the FBI and had the same edge to him that all operatives did.
    Pierce rubbed a thumb over the condensation on his glass. “I’m mated now.”
    â€œOh yeah?” Kienan’s intel had already told him that, but when he’d heard, it’d surprised him. He’d