Rogue Demonstration

By Isadora Brown

Everything has been leading up to this moment.

After months of work, Lara Turner and Robert Lannister will debut the first piece of technology that’s going to defend the world if the gods attack again.

And they will.

That much is clear.

But when everything that can go wrong does, Lara must figure out who knows what before it’s too late.

The traitor is still running rampant, Dean Rogers’ murder is still unsolved, and with the world holding its breath to see if Robert can redeem himself after the attack on South Haven, everything is riding on this demonstration.

Lara is doing everything she can to help, but Robert keeps her at and arm’s length and she doesn’t understand why. If Robert doesn’t learn to trust Lara, if he fails this time, there won’t be any way to salvage not only his reputation, but the budding relationship between him and Lara.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather C. Myers
• Release date: Jul 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005998349

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Chapter One

Despite Robort’s interruption regarding the report on Dean Firth Rogers’s murder, I couldn’t just set aside the fact that Robert and I had just kissed. Even as I followed Robert into the attached office, my heart hammered against my chest. My fingers shook and I forced them in the back pocket of my jeans, trying to control them as best as I could. My mouth was dry, and I swallowed, hoping to fix it but failing miserably.

I should be more concerned about this report. Now that we had information, we could start narrowing down who told the gods about the academy in the first place, how they were able to figure it out.

But I could still feel Robert’s mouth on mine, how every muscle filled with anticipatory tension. How my pelvis throbbed with desire. How I yearned to do it again.

I followed Robert carefully, wanting some kind of sign that he felt what I did. But he closed back up, focused on the more important thing. I knew this was right. I knew I should be able to sweep the kiss away.

But I couldn’t.

At that moment, I didn’t care about Dean Rogers or the gods or his death. I didn’t care about any of it. It was selfish and uncouth, but all I wanted, all I cared about, was kissing Robert again.

Instead, I tried to shake the feeling off. I followed him into a plain office and he dropped to the computer chair. This must be Abby’s office, where she worked when Robert was in the lab. I couldn’t help but glance around as Robert booted up the computer and began to log in. I lifted my brows out of curiosity, scanning the awards she had won, the recognition she received. There were a couple of photos of her and a younger version of her – I was going to assume this must be her sister. Her sister had the same colored hair, the splash of freckles on her cheeks, but her eyes were brown compared to Abby’s blue.

Fuck, Robert muttered, bringing me back to the present. I forgot my password.

Are you kidding? I blinked once, twice. Everyone forgot their password, but Robert hadn’t even tried. And he was trying to get into his email. His email. This couldn’t be real.

What? I have a lot of other things on my plate, and email passwords aren’t one of them. He typed something in and hit enter, only to see the computer vibrate, emitting a flat noise. This is why I keep Abby around. She knows all my passwords.

You trust her that much? I maybe should have at least tried to keep the surprise out of my tone. Why wouldn’t he trust her? She was his PA and the two of them had been working together for a while now. Plus, it seemed like she was really good at her job.

Of course I do, he said. He tried a different word with the same result. Come on.

Is it a birthday? A phrase? A saying? A pet’s name? A street name? Your porn name?

"My what?" He glanced over his shoulder at me. 

It was only then that I realized what I said.

Sorry, I said, brushing hair out of my face.

Robert tried again. This time, a ping filled the office, letting us know he guessed correctly. Thank God, he muttered as he pulled up the email.

He downloaded the attachment and then printed it out. Instead of reading it on the screen, Robert must have assumed it would be better if we had our own copies. He handed one set of papers to me while keeping the second set in his hand. He leaned back in the chair, stretching his legs out from under him, eyes going to the report.

It was so easy to forget there was even a report. I dropped my gaze, deciding I should probably read it too, especially since Robert was giving me the chance to do it in the first place. He wasn’t hiding anything from me, wasn’t saying this was classified or need to know.

He trusted me too.

I read through the medical jargon, picking up most thanks to my obsession with House. I flipped the page and kept reading. But after going through the report, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Not really.

So, Robert said sharply, reaching forward and setting the loose-leaf papers on the surface of his desk. He was stabbed at three-thirty the morning before you found him. That’s it. Nothing much to go on. It still could be anyone.

Well, I said, cocking my head to the side. Stabbing is an intimate form of killing someone. It would have had to be done by someone who knew him well enough for him to let them get close to him.

What is this, soft science? He arched a brow, glancing over at me.

Criminology, I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder. I was actually considering going into that before coming here. I took a few classes at my junior college and found it fascinating. I cleared my throat and stood up straight before walking around the desk and taking a seat in a vacant chair positioned in front of him. You said that Abby had a meeting with him earlier? Did she find out who he was supposed to meet with so late?

I totally forgot. He pulled out his phone and, I assumed, prepared a text for his assistant. Not sure if this’ll make a difference, but we can try. I don’t know why Rogers would be out of his home that early anyway. He’s not the type to stay at work late –

Is he the type to use your own technology in order to track you down and come to some diner to talk to you? I asked, arching a brow. I let my wrists dangle off the arms of the chair, molding my body to the faux leather. "I don’t know, Robert. I just think this traitor really changed the game. It’s one