A Deeper Game

Author’s POV

Right after the call with Beckett disconnected and Thalia stepped out of the loop, Kaelen needed air to sort through the mess of the past few hours. He snatched his keys off the table and gestured for Nash, his steady right-hand assistant, to come with him.

“Got a destination in mind?” Nash asked, settling himself onto the back seat as the doors shut.

“The bar works for me,” Kaelen