She didn't hesitate. She scrambled backward, turned, and fled through the broken door, disappearing into the night. The Wolf, after another second of stunned panic, abandoned his fight with Veer and leaped back out the shattered window, retreating in absolute fear.
The room was suddenly quiet, save for Sparrow's whimpering and the soft dripping of blood from the dead Chameleon onto the floor.
Veer stood panting, staring at the body. "What the hell was that?"
Kaya's sassy confidence was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating intensity she hadn't felt in a long time. She walked slowly over to the corpse, kneeling to examine the wound. It was an impossibly clean, thin cut, made by something unseen.
"That," she said softly, her voice laced with a new kind of dread, "was the broker."
The game had just changed. He wasn't just watching anymore. He was playing. And he could kill his own men from a distance, without a trace. This was the power she was truly up against.
