Page 11 of Raven

Bo meets my eyes and gives me a long look that I know too well.

I frown. “What now?”

He is silent even when I cock my brows.

Finally, I lose patience. “Okay, spill, man. What’s up?”

Bo’s chuckle is low and guttural. “What’s with that gentleman?”

“What gentleman?”

“Raven,” he says, which makes me stiffen.

“What about him?”

“Look at you, didn’t even flinch.” A smile plays on his lips. “Not surprised at my question?”

No.

Bo licks his lips and smacks them loudly. “You know, part of my job is to know everyone at Ayana. Where they live. What they do. What their needs are. Their paychecks. Besides the top echelon, of course. But I pay special attention to those. And him, yes. He is almost like a ghost. I hardly ever hear about him or see him.”

Bo goes quiet.

I keep the straight face. “Your point is?”

“When I see him, I pay attention. He is an interesting case.”

“Is he?” I ask indifferently.

“Mathew Levi is a very powerful figure on this island. He is dangerous, Maddy. He is a dealer of all trades. But what he is best with is information. I’ve seen him around you and in your vicinity.”

I chuckle but don’t say anything. Bo has a lot on his plate. He doesn’t need my problems.

“Mathew Levi lives like he is incognito. He barely communicates with anyone besides the upper echelon and security personnel. I know he reads, and that habit in a former street-runner is something to be wary of. In my book, that’s admirable. But you know people talk. IT guys, maintenance supervisors, the management team under me—they all gossip. They can’t help it, not in this sardine can that Ayana has been for two years.”

I cock my head, listening and pretending I’m amused.

“When I saw him at Archer’s birthday party, I paid special attention. He rarely goes to parties, as per others. And I watched him watch you at that party.”

“Uh-huh.” I nod, curling my lips inward to keep my smile from spreading.

“And at Bangkok restaurant last week,” Bo adds.

“Oh yeah?”

“I heard the security guys talking about him. They gossip about everyone, ship their bosses with girls, that sort of stuff. They talked about some girl named Siena he is involved with.”

I stiffen at the words.

Bo watches me more intensely, studies my reaction. “And then they talked about the fact that he requested your info multiple times lately. They joked about it, said His Gray Eminence is picking his bride. Literally, their words.”

I nod, peeling my eyes off Bo’s, because his are prying. “It’s nothing.”

The silence lasts for way too long. When I finally look up, Bo has his head propped with his fist, his eyes boring into me.

“The way he was looking at you at Archer’s birthday, then at Bangkok… I know that look.”

“What look is that?”

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