The quiet hum of the fridge filled the kitchen as Adams stood leaning against the counter, phone pressed to his ear. His expression was relaxed, almost bored, as he sipped his water and listened to the person on the other end.
"Yeah," he said softly, his voice smooth like oiled steel. "I'll be there. Don't forget the time."
He paused, listening again. A faint smile flickered across his lips, one that didn't reach his pale grey eyes.
"Of course, Naomi. Bring the others too. It's been a while since we all gathered."
Naomi.
Kieran's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched from the dining table, half-finished pizza slice dangling forgotten between his fingers. Naomi… he knew that name. Everyone in NovaCity knew it. Naomi Tanaka – business mogul. Her face was on billboards, news streams, and digital magazines across the city.
And here was Adams, calling her casually. Telling her not to forget their date with "the others."
The others.
Who the hell were the others?
