I leaned against my apartment door after Misato disappeared down the hallway. My hands still shook from the adrenaline dump of almost destroying my entire future for a fake crystal.
Jordan had gone back to his room looking green around the edges. Belle was probably stress-eating chips while Naomi tried to convince her the world wasn't ending. And me? I was standing in my apartment at two in the morning, processing the fact that Vale had known about our heist from day one and still let us walk straight into his trap.
The guy was either a genius or legitimately insane.
Hikaru's door sat closed and dark. Her absence felt like a small mercy. I couldn't handle explaining tonight to anyone else, least of all my terrifyingly competent roommate who already suspected I was hiding something.
