Page 80 of Emperor of Lust

“Lovethe enthusiasm. I’m texting it to you now.”

I pull the phone away from my ear just long enough to text her Edward Radcliff’s number.

“Got it?”

“Yeah, got it,” she answers, laughing to herself.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she snickers. “This kind of request has been popular tonight, is all.”

I narrow my eyes, suddenly alert. “Meaning?”

“Hana called earlier,” she says, a chuckle slipping into her voice. “She wanted me to trace the shipping origin of a package.”

My fiancée’s a smart girl.

“And I’m assuming a superhero such as yourself managed to accomplish this?”

“Obviously. But it was a dead end. The package was sent from Seoul, but from a fake corporation.”

“Shit,” I mutter.

“Well,thatwasn’t the dead end. But when I dug into that company, I came up with another fake company in Barcelona that sent it from there to South Korea.That’sthe dead end.”

I sigh. “Got it.”

“Look, it’ll take me a little while to trace this. Want me to call you when I get it?”

“That’d be great. Thanks, Frey.”

“Anytime. So, how’s Tokyo, by the way?”

“Huge. Very neon.

She laughs. “And Hana?”

My answer doesn’t come right away, because my mouth twists into a grin as my pulse spikes.

None of this is lost on Freya.

“Well then,” she giggles.

“Not what you’re thinking.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s pretty close,” she laughs. Then she exhales slowly. “You’re being…good, though, right?”

I frown. “Meaning?”

“Damian…”

“Freya…”

“Hana is a friend.”

“And?”

“Play fucking nice with her,” she mutters. “Or else.”

---