Your heart is going at a thousand miles per hour. It's the adrenaline from the show, you know it is. The feeling of the cops being after you and the other Horsemen... All the money stolen from the vault.

It's late noon when you arrive at the Aria hotel in Las Vegas. Everyone is buzzing. Daniel Atlas, ever the planner, was already thinking of the next act that the Eye had in store for you all.

Henley was upstairs doing makeup, Merritt was reading some book he'd found on the coffee table, and Jack smirked, leaning against the door as he watched you.

Hours before disaster, before the cops showed up.

Being the youngest Horsemen, you had been the closest to Jack since the start. He was 27, you were a few years younger. The fifth member of the Horsemen, you were known as "The Apocalypse". You and Jack often did the acts together, behind the scenes stuff as well.

That made for some extremely close encounters. That turned into hookups. And hookups turned into...whatever this was.

Daniel had said it himself. You and Wilder had been the only two people that could outsmart each other. Both equally cocky, huge egos, extremely skilled.

The place you're staying in is a shared suite for the horsemen, and Jack grins, pushing back his hair. "I still can't believe we actually pulled that off."