Page 117 of Sinful Palace

She’s good. Apparently she has a ton of gossip to tell me, so don’t be surprised if I wind up stuck in the bathroom with her for ages. Is that okay with you?

Of course. I’m glad you’re finally having a bit of fun. You deserve it. Tell Simone I said hi.

She says hello back. By the way, I thought I might be able to get some info out of her. Her father is a pretty high-ranking Order member, so maybe he’s told her some stuff?

Yeah. Just be careful. Don’t make it obvious we’re poking around.

I won’t.

Good luck. PS: I want to watch the fireworks with you at 11, so try to be back out here by then.

Okay. See you soon.

I slipped my phone back in my pocket and scanned the room, quickly spotting some old friends over by the window. I threw back the rest of my drink and started heading over to talk to them.

Halfway there, my phone started vibrating again.

Assuming it was another message from Willow, I stopped and pulled it out. It wasn’t a text. Someone was calling.

With a frown, I stepped over to a quieter area and answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, Logan. It’s Cleo. Sorry to call so late.”

“Cleo who?”

“From the lab.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. What’s up?”

“Me. I’ve been working all freaking night,” she said with a groan. “Anyway, I finally finished sequencing that sample you gave me. Pretty interesting results!”

“Yeah? How so?”

“Well, you won’t believe this…”

As Cleo continued, my heart began to thud painfully fast, and I felt as if a cold stone was plummeting through my insides. Once again, I’d been totally wrong about everything.

I finally knew exactly who Q was… and it sure as hell wasn’t Quinn Rhoades.

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