Chapter 296 The Little Bird Dies First

• Charles leaned in, voice dropping into something warm and poisonous. "You thought you were spying on him, little bird. You were being collected."
• "You're lying," Kate rasped. Her voice came out broken and small, and she hated it, hated that the words landed somewhere soft and unguarded in her chest. "The Mayor doesn't—he doesn't know anything."
• "Mm. Hold that thought." Charles glanced at his watch, still holding her over the drop as casually as a grocery bag.