his gaze Keira looked out the window while Finn twisted in his seat. They both looked back at him. In disbelief she said, “You want us to rob a bank?”
“I don’t expect you to go in there with guns drawn,” Stefan drawled. “You can use that finesse you’re so famous for and con the manager out of the money.” He stared at Finn. “You’re there as backup. Like before, you’ll distract or deflect if needed.”
“We need time to plan,” Keira protested. She leaned forward and placed her hand over his. She gently pushed some of her glamour onto him, imparting a sense of attraction and a desire to please while burying the truth of how she really felt. She gave him a soft smile. “Stefan, you can’t expect me to go in there and ask the manager to hand over a hundred thousand dollars. It’s not that simple.”
“Make it that simple.” His eyes went Manson scary for a second before a smile softened the madness. “You can do this, Keira. You have the skills.” He turned his hand over and clasped her fingers. “I know you won’t disappoint me. More of our brothers and sisters will arrive tomorrow, all over the world. They’ll see newspaper and TV ads advising them of what steps they should take. We have to make sure we have adequate funds to take care of their initial needs.”
“Shouldn’t we do an electronic transfer then, rather than cart out physical money?” Finn traced a random pattern on the tabletop, his gaze fixed on Stefan.
Keira sensed anger radiating from him, and more jealousy. At least she knew he had feelings for her other than lust.
Stefan’s mouth tightened. “We have our local needs as well, situations where cash is the preferred method of payment.”
In other words bribes, Keira thought. Either that or Stefan wanted more money for himself. She wouldn’t put it past him to use the grand revolution to fatten his own coffers. Rarely had leaders of revolution thrown over a government solely for the good of the people. Their overriding motivation was usually something a lot closer to home.
He stood and looked down at her. “I’ll leave you two now so you can formulate a plan of action. You only have until the bank closes today to get this done.” He glanced at Finn. “I’ll be in the first room on the right in the private area at Devil’s Domain. Bring the money to me there.” His gaze went back to Keira. He bent and placed a lingering kiss on her cheek.
She watched him walk out of the coffee shop, trying with little success to ignore the furious vibe coming off Finn and the equal desire to wipe her face clean of Stefan’s touch, the latter without success. “I’m going to the ladies’ room,” she said and stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
Finn sat back in his chair and fixed his gaze on the hallway Keira had just walked down before going into the women’s restroom. What the hell was she doing, touching Liuz? Letting him touch her? Did she actually like the slimy little bastard?
Finn wanted to punch someone. Since he couldn’t punch Liuz, he might have to go find a demon who was breaking the rules and pound his head. But first he’d find out from Keira if she was serious about Liuz. Because if she was, he’d subtract himself from the equation. Or, better yet, wait until after the rift machine was disabled and subtract Liuz from the equation. Permanently.
He’d never been one who enjoyed math, but this was one problem he could solve. Three minus one equaled two. If Finn calculated correctly, he and Keira would be the two left standing.
Deciding he’d get something to drink while he waited for Keira and wondering why it took women so damn long to pee, he went up to the counter and stared at the menu board. There were dozens of tea-based drinks and even more coffees. Finally he looked at the young barista and said, “Give me a Coke.”
“Regular or diet?” she asked.
He grimaced. He didn’t drink that diet crap. “Regular.”
“What size?”
Oh, for God’s sake. When had ordering a drink gotten to be such a pain in the ass? He had a feeling he wouldn’t be here very long, because Keira wasn’t going to like the conversation he planned to have with her and would probably walk out. Since he couldn’t carry a drink with him on his bike, he said, “Give me a small.”
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