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“What? So whoever is coming can lock us in there? No way.” Logan shook his head. The claustrophobia getting the best of him.
I rolled my eyes. “Both of us cannot fit under the bed. So either you learn how to pick a lock in the next two seconds or you go in there and trust me to get you out.”
Logan thought it over for a moment before agreeing. As I shut the door, he passed me a gun. We didn’t have time to argue about it. I took it and slid under the bed mere seconds before the footsteps reached the room.
“We could always fence it, boss,” a young man offered his opinion.
“Fence it? When I have a bounty on my head?” Jared said. I recognized his voice from the one time I was allowed at Hotel Santora—a discussion over the treaty boundaries. We were all teenagers, but he hadn’t changed much since then. Still the same stupid kid.
“Technically, the bounty isn’t on yourhead,” a woman responded. I could see her red high heels. The bed sank as she sat down.
I held my breath, hoping they wouldn’t need to look under it.
“Cause a bounty on a painting and a man demanding my balls on a silver platter is better?” Jared fumed. “Seriously, sister, could you be any dumber?”
There were rumors about his sister, Cassie Skorpios, trying to take control.
“Getting rid of it may be the best option you have,” Cassie said.
“And cower to some prick? No, thank you.” He sat next to her on the bed. The other man, his shoes black, stood in front of them.
“There’s a party downstairs. Why don’t we worry about all this tomorrow?” Cassie cooed. She stood up, the bed lifting.
“Fine,” he said, defeated.
Their shoes moved out of view, the footsteps thudding as they disappeared downstairs. I waited a beat, still concerned.
“A guard will be here in about ten minutes. Have it gone by then,” Cassie’s voice whispered from the top of the steps.
Was she talking to me?I thought. I didn’t hang around to find out. The click of her heels got further away as she disappeared.
I slid out from under the bed, my heart pounding. Did she know I was here? Or was she sending someone else?
I opened the bookshelf, and a red-faced Logan met my stare.
“Took you long enough,” he said, stepping into the room. His backpack was full now, a turtle shell on his back. “I could’ve run out of air.” He pointed to the room.
I peeked inside. It wasn’t that small and appeared properly ventilated. I decided not to mention that, fearing him lashing out.
“We need to get going,” I said, sparing the small talk.
We made our way back down the steps and through the corridor. The hallways were empty, the party in deeper swing.
Me
Heading back to the car. Keep an eye on Cassie.
I texted Liam as we rounded the next corner and continued down the last set of stairs. The cool, fresh air was a relief. We walked the perimeter of the house, almost free.
Logan yanked his mask off, throwing it into the passenger seat of his car. He scratched at his neck before placing the bag into the locked section of his trunk. “I fucking hate small spaces.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” I muttered, getting into the driver’s seat.
“You weren’t the one in there,” he said.
This ride back wasn’t going to be fun.
Chapter 13
