His Conspiracy Girl (Emerald City #4) Read Online Free Page B

compared to how he looked now. He clenched his hands clenched, and his breaths became short and heavy. “Why are you asking me this?”
    She knew the next question would hit him hard, and every inch of her protested what she was about to do. But this was her job. She didn’t know this guy from the schmuck down the street. Just because she and Camden had shared a bike ride the night before… Just because he was human, and had a soul she was about to crush… “It must have been devastating to lose them both, knowing they wouldn’t have been on the Mag-Line if you hadn’t insisted on that preschool interview.”
    His mouth drew into a thin line.
    Morgana pushed forward, because she knew she’d stall if she didn’t. She could hate herself at the end of the day. His expression dug deep into her will, and the hurt stamped across his face chewed at her gut. “It must be difficult for you. Waking up every morning and knowing they’re gone. Wondering why you were the one who survived. Thinking about where the little girl might be today, if she’d lived. Starting junior high maybe? Drawing. Following in your footsteps?”
    He buried his fist in the cushion next to him, and her heart hammered into her throat at the abrupt movement. He was on his feet in an instant, his low growl rumbling through the room. “The guilt doesn’t rest on me for this. CyGes is responsible for the accident. They refused to acknowledge the design flaw that caused the accident; they’ve tried to pay me, and countless others, off rather than let the information leak out; and now they’re using you to make them look sparkly for the general public. Again.”
    A sick disappointment crawled through her gut. Or at least she was going to pretend it was disappointment. So he was one of those—a conspiracy nut. Damn it.
    And that was the only reason she felt ill. It had nothing to do with any guilt at the outburst she’d just elicited. She kept her posture casual and her tone even. “Do you have any proof?”
    His jaw snapped shut, and he inhaled though his nose. “We’re done.”
    It took all her self-control to stay calm. “We still have several hours scheduled.”
    He pointed to the door. “This conversation is over. Get the fuck out.”
    She shouldn’t have pushed so hard, and continuing to nudge him now would get her nowhere. If she walked out now, maybe he’d think he was in control, bringing his defenses down and making it easier to approach him from another angle. The reason she was leaving wasn’t that she’d hate herself even more if she didn’t.
    Except she would.
    She stood and nodded at her crew. “Pack it up boys.” The waver in her own voice made her wince. “Should we come back tomorrow?”
    He looked at her, breathing through clenched teeth, his eyes narrow slits. “Not a good idea.”
    Her men packed quickly, and within a few minutes, they were out the door.
    What the hell was wrong with her? Beating up an already crushed man, for a little on-camera drama? Was her career really worth it?
    “What now?” Shane asked as they rode the elevator downstairs.
    She was already dialing for their Mag-Car to pick them up. It took every last ounce of her restraint to keep her voice steady. “Take the rest of today and all of tomorrow to roam the town. Talk to people. Standard stuff. Get as much footage as you can.” Her guys were good. They wouldn’t have a problem doing that. “I’ll figure out the rest.”
    Part of her was furious she’d pushed the wrong way. A voice in her head chided her for walking away. For ruining the story on day-one. A smaller voice tried valiantly to be heard over it—a guilty voice, that hated the pain she’d seen reflected in his eyes. That wanted to comfort the broken man they’d left in his penthouse suite.
    She pushed the nagging guilt aside. That wasn’t how this worked. She’d make things right, because this was her chance to shine. Not because she cared that the man she’d just walked