A strange, unexpected spark of excitement fluttered in the pit of Gianna's stomach, momentarily blending with the cold fury that consumed her, as Spider laid out the logistics—detailing the exact frequencies they would use to sync their comms, the blind drop zones for data, and the encrypted secondary burner phone he had modified strictly for her in case of emergencies.
A dark thrilling rush of adrenaline. She was an operative now.
But her friends on the surrounding couches were clearly unhappy.
Areso's jaw was set tight, and Chelsea looked entirely stressed, her fingers nervously twisting her silver rings. They hated the idea of her willingly walking straight into the lion's den, but as the room fell quiet, a heavy, unspoken consensus settled over them.
They all knew this was the best play. She was already inside the Beckett company; she was the only one who could get close enough to blindside them.
"You don't have to risk yourself this way, Gianna."
