Lila Blackwood arrived early at the quiet bar on the outskirts of the city. She chose a corner booth in the back, away from the few scattered patrons. She sipped her whiskey slowly, letting the burn settle in her chest as she waited.
The door opened and Marcus walked in. He moved with that cocky swagger she had come to expect, a smirk that said he thought he owned the room. His eyes scanned the bar until they landed on her. The smirk widened as he slid into the seat across from her.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Marcus said, signaling the bartender for a beer. “Didn’t think a woman like you would come to a dump like this.”
Lila set her glass down and smiled thinly. “Well I need to know everything about Elena for our next attack and Damien has been tracking our every move when we are at the h
