Chapter One Hundred and sixty- Five
Asli's phone rang the moment she shed the Midnight Reaper
persona.
The leather gloves were barely off when the vibration cut
through the silence. She paused, her senses flaring, and her eyes scanning her
surroundings; every corner, rooftops, and reflections. Only when she was
certain she had not been followed or spotted did she reach for the phone.
Her father's name glared back at her.
She exhaled slowly and answered.
"Sir."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Marco's voice roared
through the line, loud enough that she instinctively pulled the phone a
fraction away from her ear.
Something twisted low in her belly, the familiar sharp, and instinctive
tightening. Her fingers curled around the device as her mind raced. Did he find
out? The secrets she carried were layered, carefully buried, or so she hoped.
However, Marco was someone who had a way of sensing rot even
when he didn't know where it festered.
She waited.
