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when they were going through the rite. He recited none of the incubus rules, ignoring the fact that she faced him fully armed.
    “What the fuck just happened?” she whispered. Or maybe, didn’t happen? He wanted her there, but wasn’t interested in talking to her.
    She tested the weight of the briefcase. It was heavy enough to contain a book but not much else. If he cheated her out of six months worth of operational expenses for a book, she was going to ask Vikki to do more than knock him out.
    Zoey turned away and strode back to the van, struggling to keep from sprinting. Declan’s sex magic clung to her. Her hormones were roaring, her inner thighs growing weak and her anger sliding into hot desire.
    Don’t. Let. Him. Win. She chanted the words.
    Olivia and her people were still there, watching the exchange, as if to make certain Zoey didn’t go back with Declan.
    She glanced at them and climbed into the passenger seat of the van. Zoey rolled down the window for some air, overheating despite the cool night.
    “You okay?” Ginny asked.
    “Yeah. Just need to go home. And air.” Zoey was close to panting after the simple interaction with Declan, her sensitive skin pricking. She cradled her forehead in her hands and focused on calming down. As shaken as she was, she’d still done the impossible: faced Declan and walked away.
    Ginny put the van into gear and pulled away from the curb. “I have a feeling we need to pull up stakes tonight, don’t we?”
    “Unfortunately,” Zoey agreed. “I’ll call Chrissy and tell her to move up the time table.” She pulled out her phone and tapped Chrissy’s contact.
    The call went to voicemail.
    “Maybe she went to sleep like you told her,” Ginny said. “She was getting mega-bitchy.”
    “I think it had something to do with Aiden’s incubus vibes,” Zoey said. God knows those Enforcers are pains in the ass. “Hopefully she’s resting. She’ll have to be ready to go before morning.”
    “So … where’s the money?” Ginny asked.
    Zoey hesitated then pulled up the briefcase, afraid it’d be empty and she’d have to confront Declan again. Flipping it open, she cursed and withdrew the book he referenced.
    “Leadership During Difficult Times,” she read the name of the book. Lifting it out of the case, she flipped through it. There were notes in the margins, written in his tight, neat handwriting. It had been his book, and she found herself sniffing it to see if his scent lingered.
    “What’re you doing?” Ginny asked.
    “Nothing.” Zoey blinked and set it aside. There was a manila envelope and nothing else in the briefcase.
    “No cashy, no foody,” Ginny said, gritting her teeth. “Those fucking Enforcers think they rule the fucking world.”
    “You seen Tommy lately?” Zoey asked, referring to Ginny’s soul-mate, another of Declan’s brothers.
    “Nope. Not since we left.”
    Zoey smiled, grateful to her friends for their devotion. They were hurting as much as she was, but they stuck by her.
    With no idea what to expect from someone like Declan, she opened the envelope. Inside was a post-it note stuck to a bankcard, folded papers and the key to a safety deposit box.
    No one can track this account, read the sticky note. Petty cash in safety deposit box.
    “What is it?” Ginny asked anxiously. “Please tell me we have enough money for gas.”
    “One sec.” Zoey turned the pages one at a time, a baffled laugh emerging when she finished reading. Speechless, she stared at the amount listed on the last page of the bank statement in disbelief.
    “What?”
    “He added me to his bank account.” Zoey lowered the papers. “Do you think … is this his way of keeping me like … linked to him somehow? Is he manipulating me?”
    “Does it matter?” Ginny replied. “How much he got? Enough for the next six months?”
    Zoey opened her mouth, closed it then sighed. “Ginny, he’s got low nine figures.”
    “Is there a decimal point in there