Loyce’s eyes shifted—past him, into the fog behind his shoulder—where something deep-black was gliding closer.
Softly she said, “In your final moment… you don’t have anything you want to ask me?”
Gavin didn’t want to waste time, but the questions had been itching at him from the start. He hesitated, then spat it out. “You’ve hated me from day one. You stirred up trouble at that bar, wrecked the Walsh operation and cut off one of my revenue streams. You tried to sabotage my deal with the military. Then you teamed up with Sapphire, got onto my ship, and tried to kill me. Why? I didn’t do anything to you. And you’re not here for money—are you? You’re a billionaire’s daughter. Don’t tell me this is for Lucian.”
Loyce’s mouth twitched. “Do you remember Onyx Tiger?”
Gavin blinked. “You know him?”
Loyce gave a light, almost amused laugh. “And you know why he died, don’t you?”
The memory hit him like a punch—an arms shipment he’d quietly flipped, a job he’d hijacked on open water, the moment he realized too late he’d seized the wrong cargo and bought himself a future problem. Very few people knew that. How the hell did she know?
Gavin’s face changed. Whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat. He raised the gun and pulled the trigger—
“WOOO—”
A deep, ancient-sounding horn ripped through the fog, so close it felt like it boomed under their feet. It was the kind of sound that made bones vibrate.
Then another blast. And another, each one faster, louder—an announcement, a threat. The ship itself trembled.
“What the hell is that?!”
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