“No.” I shake my head, thankful that she bought the lie. “Soon, but not yet. It’s sensitive. And honestly, the less you know right now, the better.”
That’s true in a multitude of ways.
Things are good. Since Wednesday night’s post-date kiss in the rain, I’ve been living on Cloud 9. When I’m not texting Kir incessantly, I’m flying through work, and I can finally see the light at the end of this Elena Lazareva tunnel. I know the core of the story, thanks to Kir, so what it comes down to at this point is just verification, proof, evidence, all that stuff that’s part and parcel of my job.
But I can’t tell Rae any of it. Not the Kir stuff or the article stuff. She’s drowning in her own Lazarev mess and barely keeping her head above water. Even with Kir promising he’ll keep me safe, I can sti
