The sway of her hips hypnotized me. It killed me a little to watch her go, but I’d see her at the club. Or else I’d go hunt her down. “You think that was the real Cipher?” Oliver asked as we stepped into a secluded corner of the staff tent. I shot Oliver a look as I tapped on the anti-bug software. Cipher wasn’t on any hot lists, but better safe than sorry—if anyone heard this conversation, it would only raise questions I couldn’t afford to answer. “That definitely was her. Blows my mind that she’s the one who’s been kicking my ass in just about everything.” I paused to consider the question. “Is Cipher the girl I’m looking for? I don’t know.” I didn’t want to use names here. There were too many ears, bug-blockers or not, but I couldn’t help thinking about it. I rubbed my eyes as I thought. If that were Emma, I’d be in way over my head. Cipher was a super hot, über-hacker who I’d been a fan of since forever. I’d been trying to hang out with Cipher for years… Emma was the girl who’d saved me.
