I read the message three times.
Then a fourth, because apparently my brain needed extra confirmation that reality had decided to take a hard left into conspiracy thriller territory while I was still naked in another woman's bed.
Prometheus.
The word sat on my phone screen like a loaded gun pointed at my forehead. Fourteen characters that connected everything I'd been chasing since Kimiko first told me about my father's disappearance. Fourteen characters that somebody out there knew would get me off this bed and into a dark building at midnight like the world's most predictable horror movie protagonist.
Reyna stirred against my chest. "You got quiet."
"Thinking."
"About me?"
"Always." The lie came so naturally it scared me. Not because I was good at lying, but because Reyna deserved better and I'd just given her worse without flinching. "Go back to sleep."
