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“He has photographer robots,” she says pointedly. “Ones you could station anywhere there are patrons, right? Plus Sawyer’s company gets access to the data coming in. If the robots were installed at Mischa’s club, Sawyer could theoretically see whatever they see and pass it on to law enforcement. But you can’t order them for La Mer.”

Leni shifts forward, wincing. She drops the book, her hand going to her stomach as she takes a few wheezing breaths.

“No.” I retrieve the book from the patio, the wheels in my mind turning. “But I can order them for Debajo. Or be seen to be ordering them for Debajo. A lot of them.”

“If Mischa finds out, he’ll want them too,” she finishes.

Yes. It’s one thing I can do to take back some piece of control.

“This would need to happen fast.”

Leni holds out a hand for the book. “I’ll let you get at it, then.”

26

RAE

La Mer is shaking. The booth. The floor.

I’m in the middle of my set when a cracking sound from beneath makes me look down.

The stage is splitting between my feet, the gap widening with every thump of the bassline.

I drop to my knees and try to drag the halves back together with sweaty hands.

Instead, a piece of the stage falls into the chasm, and I fall with it.

Alice in Wonderland–style, I fall and fall.

Mischa’s face appears, threatening, and he shoots out a hand to grip my throat. “I’ve got you.”

I can’t breathe.

“I’ve got you.”

Before I pass out, the voice changes.

“Raegan. Love. I’ve got you.”

I force myself back to consciousness. It’s hard to breathe, but I focus every part of my attention on making my lungs expand, and reality comes rushing back.

When I blink my eyes open, Harrison’s over me, expression alert and concerned. We’re in his bedroom at the villa, light filtering in across the floor.

“Bad dream,” he murmurs.

I exhale, wiping a hand over my sweaty forehead. “What makes you say that?”

The sheet is tangled in my legs, and he reaches down to unwrap me. Strong hands linger on my naked calves. In fact, I’m naked everywhere and so is he, but I can’t shake the images behind my eyes.

“Everyone has nightmares before a big gig,” I say, willing my heart to stop racing.

It doesn’t have to be a sign of bad things to come. But the pit in my stomach disagrees.

Harrison tugs me into his lap, his hard body curving around mine. “My biggest regret today is that I can’t watch you.”

I wish he could watch me too. But he’s staying somewhere he can keep an eye on all the happenings tonight, not only me.

“Someone will stream it on social.”

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