Black and Brown: Raven Assassins (Ravens #1)

Chapter Twenty

Mirage

It’d been another seven weeks of gruesomeness, and Mirage thought Grace was about to come apart at the seams.

Perhaps Spectre or one of the higher-ups had also noticed Grace’s shift in demeanor because, at six thirty in the morning, the director made a rare appearance on the balcony while Mirage was finishing his poached eggs.

“You don’t seem the type who dines in cafeterias, Mr. Director,” Mirage said without glancing in his direction. “To what do we owe the unwanted interruption?”

Mirage knew he voiced Grace’s sentiments as well because of his partner’s scowl and the way he threw aside his New York Times.

“I’ve received stellar reports on your training progress, and I think you gentlemen deserve a couple of days to rest and recoup.” The director glanced over the railing. “You’ve been inside a long time… You’re not prisoners, y’know.”

Grace glared at the director’s back before throwing Mirage a look that showed disapproval…and caution.

The director stared up at the sky from behind a pair of Versace shades. “Enjoy the day. You’ve earned it. Your driver will be in the garage when you’re ready to go.”

Mirage didn’t like the surprise, and it appeared Grace didn’t either. But perhaps a day out of the building after a year and a half was a good idea.

“Just remember to wear your hoods. They’re required whether in or out of headquarters,” the director instructed before he left.