Chapter 175

Conrad didn't even glance at her-eyes dead ahead, not a flicker. The elevator doors slid open. Without a word, he strode out. "Aren't you even a little curious about Calliope and Lucien? I used to be her bestie, know way more than I should," Angelina called out after him. He froze in his tracks. Angelina smirked, twirling her car keys around one finger. "Get in the car." In the dim, noisy underground bar, the thumping music made conversation a stretch. Conrad's face was emotionless as he followed her to the bar and took a seat. "Whiskey. On the rocks," she told the bartender smoothly. "Same for him." She glanced at the bartender-quick but not quick enough. Conrad caught it. Soon, two glasses of amber liquor slid over to them. Angelina nudged a glass his way. "Drink it, and I'll spill." Conrad picked it up, swirled it under his nose. X-27. Strong party drug. He paused just a beat before downing it in one gulp. "Alright. Let's hear it." A glint of triumph lit up Angelina's eyes. She lean