It better not mean death this time. I wasn’t ready. Not today. Not ever.

“Quanta.” Nagi’s voice sounded like a warning.

It wasn’t the time to freak.

Using my sleeve, I smudged out my mistake, trying to play off the dread roiling in my belly. I hated not knowing what was on the way. If Altair was the one causing this mess—if he really was a double agent and that was why my future was on break—then I was going to have to take care of it.

They watched me so closely I’d never be able to kill him myself, but I could definitely set us on a path that got him out of the way. He had to have secrets. Dark ones I could use to sell him out.

“Another rich boy.” I shrugged. “Does this one play chess at least?”

“He’ll do what he’s told,” Nagi said.

Great. That didn’t sound worrying at all.

“Tell me what else you know of him.”

Crap. My grip tightened on the charcoal. I kept drawing, but the elephant was the last thing on my mind. I should sell him out right now if that was what needed to happen, but if he was one of the good guys, I couldn’t do it. “Standard issue Seligo pod person with mods out the wazoo. I’m not super impressed.”

As I worked the drawing, I kept scanning for a peek into the future, but nothing changed. No way to tell if I was playing this right, except to wait.

It made my gut clench. I hated waiting almost as much as I hated being trapped in the present.

Nagi stood silently, probably staring. My skin crawled, but I didn’t dare face him. Instead I tried to keep my pulse from getting panicked.

“I hope you can play nice,” Nagi said at last. “With your sight and his intellect, we’ll have Eva on her knees within the week.”

I’d do everything I could to make sure that never happened. Even if it meant selling this Altair down the river.

And his intellect? Please.

If this guy was a legit Raven and not a backstabbing spy, he was a foaming idiot for coming here.

Nagi tapped the door panel and called into the hallway. “Come in, Altair.”

“Thank you, sir.” Just the voice raised my hackles—a polite and somehow melty tone that was nothing but trouble.

Then I saw him.

Altair wore the same dark suit I’d seen in the holo room. Perfect square jaw. Perfect cut body. Perfect golden brown eyes behind those perplexing glasses. Gorgeous in every way that mattered.

And fricking annoying.

Ink from a normal tattoo peeked past his cuff and highlighted his Raven tat. He hadn’t reacted to mine, but if his eyes functioned behind those frames, he’d already seen my matching mark—the Raven with wings outspread.