Sara's POV

I was ready to hook Bishop Flynn. He sat among his circle of cronies, half-listening as James Hunt droned on about government policies and debates.

Like me, most of the room wasn’t here for the speech. The Capitol conference was a hunting ground for deals, power, and, for me, opportunities.

I sat across from Flynn, my dark shades shielding my gaze.

To the world, I was Evelyn Rodriguez, poised and attentive, listening attentively to Hunt’s words. But my eyes were locked on ...