Chapter 150 Con Games And Ghosts

• The suite was lush, wrapped in gold accents and overpriced art, the kind of place that screamed too much money and not enough sense. Perfect for the kind of con they were running tonight.
• Ellerei was the star of the show—dripping in a sapphire-blue dress that hugged her in all the right ways, her hair swept up, neck bare, and confidence coiled like a blade behind her eyes. The mark didn’t stand a chance.
• Across the room, Knox watched her through the reflective glass of his tumbler, bourbon forgotten as his eyes tracked the way her hips swayed with calculated poise. “That dress is a crime,” he muttered into the comm.