Chapter 33 Under My Skin

• “This was buried in the Hale system,” Victor says, lowering the phone just enough for the screen’s cold light to cut across his face. His chest still rises too fast. His shirt hangs half open where my hands left it. My lipstick is still on his mouth. The contrast makes the moment feel almost cruel.
• For a second, all I can do is stare.
• Then he looks at me, not at the phone, and something tightens in his expression.