s the top floor of Wolfe Tower, standing in front of a man who l

retching endlessly beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Or at him, really. Ethan Wolfe looked like he belonged

oice low and unreadable. "You don

" Lena corrected softl

ore like amusement flickering behind s

he truth," she said befor

lifted.

answered. And

eather chair and folded his hands. "Fine. You want the truth, M

trange tension curling between them. She wasn't su

asy," she said.

be illegal. "You'll have it. My schedule, my past, my world. But

pine straight.

ve, but his voice

an said. "If you're h

m not here to fix you, Mr. Wolfe. I'

t she had just cracked the first layer of