A Rhapsody of Ravens and Revenge #3
“To think it was you all this time,” she purred. “My biggest challenge. I’ve got to say, I thought the smell of victory would be sweeter.”
“Yeah, congratulations, Evie. You win. You’re surrounded by one of the best black ops teams in existence.
I’ve got your computer,” he said, holding it up, “and we have all the data showing that you’re about to sell nuclear launch codes to one of our country’s biggest enemies. So tell me again how you beat me?”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “It’s not like the launch codes are real. I’m not an idiot. And despite what you think, I do know what my father does for a living. Saint Robert Lockwood. America’s top spy. Looks like he doesn’t know everything.”
Tears glistened in her eyes and he wondered what happened to the little girl who’d followed him around the first time he stepped foot in the Lockwood home as a fourteen year old boy.
She’d annoyed him to no end. Yet he’d never told her to go away.
She’d been eight years old and one of the only friends he could remember having during his childhood.
He thought of Robert like a second father, but he had no clue what the relationship was like between father and daughter.
The tug of sympathy in his chest surprised him.
He wasn’t the kind of man to show empathy or dole out forgiveness.
And here he was ready to do it for a half-grown girl who deserved a better life than the one she was setting herself up for.
“You should be the last person to judge.” Anger flashed in her eyes. “You know what it takes to work your way up the hierarchy. I pull this off and I’m Queen.”
“Are you really so na?ve that you think you can double cross a man like Yukov and get away with it? You think he doesn’t have his own personal army of hackers? You’ve heard of Tsar Ivan, right? He’s been off the grid as long as I have. Who do you think he’s working for?”
Cal shook his head in frustration. “You’re playing an adult’s game with the common sense of a child. Yukov will hunt you down and kill you if you deliver him fake launch codes. And he will kill you painfully.”
“So what am I supposed to do? If you say someone like Tsar Ivan is working for Yukov then it looks like I’m screwed either way. Ivan might be out of the game, but I’ve studied his work. He’s been around a long time. And he’s good.”
“He’s not better than me,” Cal said. It wasn’t an empty boast.
“You’d fix this for me?” she asked, the surprise evident in her voice. “Why would you do something like that?”
“First of all, because of your father. He was more of a dad to me than my own ever was.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “All I ever heard about growing up was you. You’re the son he never had and I’m the daughter he never wanted.”
“Cut the crap, Evie. You know how many meals I’ve sat through hearing about awards you received, milestones you made, and boyfriends that would never be good enough for the daughter of Robert Lockwood? You’re that man’s world, and you’re living in a fantasy.
“Which is the second reason I’m doing this,” he said.
“I remember the little girl with the curious eyes and adult brain who followed me around like a puppy. And the teenager with braces and an infectious laugh. You’re doing yourself and everyone who knows you a disservice.
So yes, I’m going to fix this for you, but you’re going to do it on my terms. My rules. ”
“Go to hell, Cal.”
Her eyes flashed fire and defiance, and the heat under his skin had nothing to do with the temperature inside the room. He shook his head to clear it and his anger turned toward himself. What was wrong with him?
“My rules,” he repeated. “You have ten seconds to make a decision. Then I’m going to turn you over to the team.”
Her eyes bored holes into him as he counted down the seconds. He wasn’t bluffing. And she wasn’t budging. He was about two seconds from saying to hell with it all and throwing her over his shoulder when she nodded her head.
“Fine. Your rules.”
“The Black Lily dies tonight,” he said. “Every trace of her will be wiped from existence. Game over.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. “You can’t do that,” she argued, her voice getting louder. Her hands fisted and he wondered if she was going to take a swing at him. He couldn’t blame her if she tried. “She’s everything. The best part of me. You have no idea what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing to you. And you’re wrong.
She’s not the best part of you. She’s a criminal.
Evangeline Lockwood runs circles around her, and she’ll always be the better of the two in my mind.
You relinquish everything having to do with The Black Lily.
Not even a whisper of your presence in any of the underground circles. I’ll be watching.”
“You’re taking everything away from me. I’d almost rather die.”
“That’ll be your choice,” he said harshly.
“Or you can grow up and put your talent to use. Finish college. Do something worthwhile instead of being hell bent for your destruction and everyone else’s.
You think I don’t understand the pull? The power that comes over you when your fingers touch the keyboard?
The lust to walk on the wild side anonymously from the comfort of your bedroom?
I was you. And I can tell you as sure as I’m standing here that if your father hadn’t shown up on my doorstep then I wouldn’t be here today.
So yes, I know exactly what I’m doing to you. And for you.”
“I don’t need the lecture. I agreed to your terms.”
“The lecture is free. Right now you’re thinking The Black Lily is your true identity. The part of you no one knows and no one really understands. She’s more interesting and smarter. But that’s nothing but a bunch of lies.
“I know Evangeline Lockwood,” he insisted.
“And she’s not this person. She’s good. And kind.
She makes cookies for teenage boys who find themselves at her dinner table for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and she talks to animals when she thinks no one is listening.
She’s strong and smart. And interesting.
And believe me when I tell you I can count on one hand the number of women I’ve met who fit that description. ”
Tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing the heavy eye makeup she wore.
She was a pretty girl. And one day she’d be a beautiful woman for someone else to handle.
Thank God. Because she had more spirit than anyone he’d ever met.
She was only a little misdirected. And he had to get the hell out of this room and away from her because she was scrambling his brains.
Maybe it was her eyes. They’d always haunted him.
Between the adrenaline rush and his need to take care of her—out of a sense of guilt or camaraderie he couldn’t be sure—he felt himself being tangled in a web that would be hard to get out of.
Her mind fascinated him. Her talent challenged him.
And her body made him have thoughts he had no business having.
There was only six years between them in age, but those six years seemed like a lifetime.
“I hate you for this,” she finally said. “I’ll do it, but I’ll hate you forever.”
He was almost relieved. “I can live with that. Plenty of people have hated me before.”
“Then what are you waiting for? It’s time for The Black Lily to die.”