Novels by justiauthor

CHAPTER 10: FOUR CORNERSPOV: Ethan Cole ********"We need to talk."I said it and watched Vivian's face do something complicated in the space of one second. Not fear. Not anger. Something quieter than both, the particular look of someone who has just realized the room they are standing in is bigger than they thought and they do not have a map.Lance smiled.Of course he did."I don't believe we've been introduced." He extended his hand toward me with the ease of a man who had never once been caught off guard in his life. "Lance Whitmore."I looked at the hand.Did not take it."I know who you are," I said.The smile stayed exactly where it was but something behind his eyes adjusted, quick and slight, like a dial being turned one notch. He was good. I would give him that. Six successful cons and a pattern clean enough that it had taken a Presidential level clearance to trace it properly. The man knew how to stand still under pressure.But I had stood still under worse.Vivian looked

CHAPTER 9: COLLISIONPOV: Vivian Shen *********"She's here."Nina's voice came through my earpiece low and tight, the way she spoke when something had shifted and she wasn't sure yet how badly.I was mid-conversation with Chen Wei's assistant, champagne in hand, smile in place, doing exactly what I had come to this banquet to do. I kept my expression steady and held up one finger. "Excuse me one moment."I stepped sideways toward the edge of the hall."Where?" I asked quietly."Main entrance. She just came through."I turned.The room did that thing rooms sometimes do when the right person walks into them. Not all at once and not dramatically, just a quiet, collective shift, like a current changing direction beneath still water. Heads turned without their owners meaning to. Conversations shortened. The particular energy that had been filling the hall rearranged itself around a new center.Zara Quinn walked in like she had built this place and was simply returning to it.She was youn

CHAPTER 8: SHADOWS ON PAPER*POV: Ethan Cole "You're already somewhere else."I looked up from my phone. Zara had her arms crossed and her head tilted, watching me from across the table with the particular expression she reserved for situations where she was pretending to be more unbothered than she actually was."I'm sitting right here," I said."Your body is sitting right here." She gestured at my phone with her chin. "Whatever just came through on that thing took the rest of you somewhere I'm not allowed to follow." She picked up her bag from the back of her chair and stood, smoothing her jacket with the efficiency of someone who had already made a decision. "Go. I know how this works.""Zara.""Ethan." She said my name the same way I had said hers, flat and final and faintly amused. "I've known you long enough to understand that when the job calls, the job calls. I got my two hours." She paused, then added more quietly, "Almost."I stood.She waved me off before I could say anyth

CHAPTER 7: STILL WATERSPOV: Vivian Shen "You're doing it again."I looked up from my champagne glass. Lance was watching me with that easy, assembled smile, the one that never quite reached the back of his eyes. Around us the banquet hall hummed with the particular energy of expensive people performing for each other, chandeliers throwing warm light across silk and tailored shoulders and carefully constructed expressions."Doing what?" I said."Thinking about something that isn't this room." He tilted his head slightly. "Or someone."I took a small sip of champagne and let my gaze drift across the hall with the practiced ease of someone who had attended enough of these events to move through them on autopilot. "I'm here, Lance. Completely.""Of course you are." He smiled wider and held out his arm. "Then let me introduce you to someone. Chen Wei, head of procurement for the eastern division of Group A. He's standing near the far column and he's been looking this way for the last ten

CHAPTER 6: THE WEIGHT OF SMALL THINGS*POV: Ethan Cole "Give it to me."I looked up from my hand. Zara was standing in front of me, palm out, watching me with an expression I recognized. Not the performative Zara, not the one who kissed cheeks without warning and made hotel security want to retire early. This was the other one. The one underneath all of that.We were upstairs now, in the private dining room she had reserved, all clean lines and low lighting and the kind of quiet that costs money. I had not said much since we came inside. She had not pushed. She had ordered tea I didn't ask for and sat across from me and waited, which was probably the most patience I had ever seen her exercise in one sitting."The pendant," she said. "Give it to me."I looked at my closed fist, then opened it slowly. The four pieces sat in my palm, the cracked jade, the split silver setting, the small clasp that had somehow survived intact like it hadn't gotten the message yet."Zara.""I know someone

CHAPTER 5: STATIC*POV: Vivian Shen"You look distracted."Lance Whitmore said it lightly, the way he said most things, with a smile already built in and his eyes doing that thing where they watched your face a beat too long. He was leaning against the car door as the driver pulled away from the curb outside the venue, jacket perfectly pressed, hair sitting exactly where it was supposed to sit."I'm fine," I said."You've checked your phone four times since we left the office.""I'm always reachable. That's part of the job." I slid the phone into my clutch and looked out the window at the venue entrance, the red carpet, the photographers already setting up their equipment behind the rope line. "Tell me again about the Group A representative tonight. What do we actually know about who's attending?"Lance let it go, which was one of the things I had noticed about him. He never pushed. He would make an observation, let it sit, and then redirect smoothly, like a conversation was a curren