POV: Darren
Everything was falling into place beautifully.
I sat in my suite watching the clock tick toward eleven PM, a glass of scotch in my hand and my phone on the table displaying multiple camera feeds. Technology was a wonderful thing. Especially when you owned the security company that installed systems in half the hotels in the city.
Nova and Storm thought they were so clever, holed up in their little love nest making plans. I'd watched them pack. Watched Storm make his desperate phone calls, mobilizing his resources like a general preparing for war. Watched Nova cry and cling to him like he was her salvation.
It was almost touching. Almost.
My phone buzzed. Text from my man on the ground: *Package ready. She took the bait.*
Perfect.
An hour ago, I'd sent Nova a message from
