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āWhatās that?ā
He looked around, then huddled in close. āI doubt there are any listening devices here. But we canāt talk about it anywhere else, okay? Even in the palace. Only somewhere weāre sure thereās no one listening inā¦like outdoors. Or in the shower.ā A wry smile tugged at his lips.
āItās that secret?ā Her heart thumped hard in her throat.
He dropped his eyes, but fear emanated from him in tangible waves. āItāsā¦why I got this in the first place.ā He brushed the scar on his cheek.
A gasp tore air from her lungs. Her heart thudded to the floor of her rib cage, shattering into painful shards. āJasonā¦.ā
āThe drug. The weapon I held out against giving to Gray. I didnāt even give him the name. Iā¦did give him its capability. Heās one of the few people who know about it. I thought. Now itās loose on the dark web. At least⦠Well. I know where itās hidden. Unlessā¦ā His eyes darted around the roof, which was mostly devoid of people now. A cloud swept over the westering sun, swathing them in shadow. āOne of its creators could have let out the secret. Thatās the only other way I can think of. Otherwiseā¦Iām burying it deep in my mind so no one can dig it up. Thereās no reason to let on it exists, unless someone finds it⦠then weāre all in trouble.ā
āWhat does it do?ā
āI donāt want to put you in danger. Letās just sayā¦itād give Novacom a run for its money.ā
āThat powerful!ā Her stomach turned over, remembering the havoc that company had wreaked on Odyssey.











