Chapter 105

Inside the room at the Emerald Cove villa, the heavy curtains barely left a sliver of light sneaking in from the afternoon sun. Samuel squinted his fox-like eyes, his long fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced ease. Just as he was locked in, a message popped up in the corner of the screen. His fingers froze mid-tap. He clicked it. The smug, taunting message from Blackwing stared back at him. That guy again. Samuel clenched his fingers tight, a curse hovering on his lips. Blackwing! This damn guy again? Does he have to stick his head in everywhere? Samuel's fingers flew to the keyboard: [None of your damn business.] Blackwing replied in a second: [Loser.] Then—offline. Just like that. Samuel let out a heavy sigh, eyes still locked on the tangled mess of code on his screen. Nothing was going right. He spun two full circles back in his leather chair like a frustrated kid. He'd been king of the hacker world for so long—until Blackwing showed up out of nowhere, wrecked his perfec