“I think I haven’t broken a sweat,” Kandy said. “And these are Manolos.”
The neon snake sign of the Serpiente casino coiled and uncoiled above the Bangkok rain. Inside, the air was thick with jasmine smoke and bad intentions. Kandy didn’t breathe it in. Kandy tasted it—like old silver and betrayal. “I think I haven’t broken a sweat,” Kandy said
Kandy knelt beside him, pulled a tiny magnetic scalpel from her hairpin, and sliced open the skin at the base of his skull. One click. The fang-drive was hers. Kandy didn’t breathe it in
“Kandy,” he hissed. “You’re not dressed for a fight.” One click
Tonight’s target: a flash drive shaped like a serpent’s fang, hidden in the spinal implant of a rogue bio-hacker codenamed Serpien.
She smiled. “I’m dressed for a photoshoot . The fight is just cardio.”
Serpien stood up, his forked tongue flickering. “You think you’ve won?”
