Connor stops right in front of Scott and holds out his hand to shake the producer’s. “Congratulations,” Connor says. “You outsmarted me. Not many people ever do. And I admit…I never saw this coming.” His voice is humorless, emotionless—frighteningly dead. Scott glances between Connor’s hand and his face. Then he clutches Connor’s palm. What a fucking weird way to end— And then Connor punches Scott in the jaw with his free fist. His body hits the wall hard. My lips rise. “Thank you,” Ryke says with an exhale, near me. We’ve all been waiting for that to happen.
