"Hey, breathe." Miles kept his breathing slow and measured until I had matched it. "What do you want to do?"
I bundled up all my complicated emotions around my dad and shut them down along with my sputtering blood armor. I'd spent the past fifteen years in a state of uncertainty around him and I'd had enough of the past hanging over me. It was time for answers - and for closure. "Find out Adam Cohen's game once and for all."
And hope it didn't cost me everything.
I tossed the cell into the lockbox and carried everything to the kitchen to bring home with me when we left. "Let's finish up already."
After a round of rock, paper, scissors to see who'd pick the lock, which I was too distracted to play and Miles flat-out refused, Arkady broke in.
It wasn't an office, but a darkened stairwell leading into a basement. Arkady flicked the light switch but when nothing happened, he pushed Miles in front. "Get going."
"Scared?" Miles smirked.