The observation decks of the Golden Turtle were designed to give the elite a comfortable, insulated vantage point from which to watch the financial slaughter below. They were quiet, heavily perfumed, and entirely too boring for Krave.
We didn't stay on the onyx balcony for more than three minutes.
"The problem with observing a rigged game, Austin, is that you don't get to see the exact moment the cheaters realize they are bleeding."
Krave murmured, her dark eyes tracking the frantic, swirling masses of traders on the floor beneath us,
"I assume you intend to be the one holding the knife."
I replied mildly, keeping my hands resting in the pockets of my coat.
"I am going to be the entire executioner's block."
She beamed.
'Elowen will go crazy here.'
