Page 10 of Jezebel's Liberation

The fight slowly leaves my body, and the last person I think about isn’t only Soul, but also Demon. I pray as my eyes unwillingly close.

Find me!

Five days later…

“The pilot has turned off the seatbelt sign, and you’re free to move about the cabin.”

After unbuckling, I take out my laptop and set it up on the drop-down tray on the back of the seat in front of me. I paid for the Wi-Fi package to ensure that I had internet while flying to Nevada. There’s no way I’m going without the ability for Jez to get a hold of me, or any of the other Hellfire Hackers for that matter.

The thought of Jez has my mind replaying the last meeting I had with the others.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Diabla says, but the worry in her eyes betrays her words.

“It’s been five days,” I snap. “She’s never been this out of touch before.”

“Have you tried her back-up burner?” Jinx asks.

I roll my eyes. “Seriously? You think I’d call all of you if I hadn’t?”

“Phantom, chill,” Loki bites out.

“I’ll chill when I’m able to get a hold of Jez,” I retort.

It isn’t like our boss to be unreachable. If we can’t get her on one of the many apps we have to communicate, she’s always got her burners. I’veneverbeen unable to rouse her via the channels she’s set up for all of us. After five fucking days of silence, panic has set in.

Hence, this impromptu meeting.

“Boss lady’s probably deep in the thick of things with McCormick,” Bela adds. “You know how she gets.”

I do, but her one-track mind has never put her out of touch.

“Would you like anything to drink?”

The flight attendant’s question snaps me back to the present. “I don’t suppose you have any good whiskey?”

She flashes a smile, and her gaze travels down to my chest. “Normally, we don’t offer alcoholic beverages in coach, but for you, I think I can make an exception.”

“I appreciate that,” I tell her with a grin.

My laptop pings as she walks away to get my drink, and I refocus my attention. Jez’s house pops up on the screen, and my grin slips. It’s still dark, and there’s no movement.

My boss is a phenomenal hacker, but so am I. She’s put so many security measures in place, and I’ve managed to hack every one. Well, every one but those that would allow me to see inside her lair.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know what I’m doing will likely get me fired, or killed depending on Jez’s mood, but notbeing able to reach her has thrown all my good sense out the proverbial fucking window.

“Here ya go.” The flight attendant hands me my whiskey.

“Thanks,” I mumble, barely giving her a second of my attention.

“If you need anything else, let me know,” she says, her tone husky. “Or you can always call the number on your napkin.”

With a wink, she struts down the aisle. The woman is beautiful but so not my type. I prefer a chick with black and purple hair, hacking skills galore, and a body that doesn’t quit.

I prefer Jez.

Which is why I’m taking things as far as I am to find her. I have no clue what she’ll do to me when I show up on her doorstep, but I need to see for myself that she’s okay.

Throughout the flight, I monitor her house on my laptop. There’s no movement, and by the time we land, I’m more worried than ever.

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