The air was thick with anticipation as Nixus adjusted his cufflinks in the rearview mirror of the sleek black car. The steady hum of the engine did little to ease the storm that churned inside him. He was on his way to a meeting that, even by his standards, felt risky—a meeting with Evelyn.
Malia didn't know. She couldn't. He had told her he was going to handle it, that he would negotiate with Evelyn and find a way to take back control. He hadn't been entirely honest, though. He didn't plan to just negotiate. He was going to end this—one way or another. But that was a conversation he wasn't ready to have with her. Not yet.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft buzz from his phone. It was a message from Malia.
"Be careful. I don't trust Evelyn."