ARIA

My finger hovered over the RECALL FUNDS button.

Every instinct I had—the survival instinct that had kept me alive for the past three years, the logical part of my brain that Maya had trained—was screaming at me to take it back. To drain the account dry right now.

Should I beat him at his own game? I wondered. Should I remove the money from the account?

If I did, the account would hit zero. Mark wouldn't be able to pay the next installment to Adrian. The hacker would come for him.

Mark would disappear into a black bag, and I would never have to look at his face again....