Lewis really does live up to his reputation.
Careful. Precise. Always three steps ahead.
This time, he didn't just help me slip into the restricted zone he captured everything. Every corner. Every hidden angle. No one noticed a thing.
A direct inspection would have raised alarms. But the cameras? Silent. Watching. Recording. They mapped the entire place without a single pair of eyes turning our way.
"If we go through the footage slowly," Lewis said, calm as ever, "we'll find something."
I nodded, excitement buzzing under my skin.
I was still admiring the clever mechanism hidden inside his cufflinks when his gaze suddenly dropped to my hand.
His body stiffened.
"Where did that come from?" he asked.
I pulled my fingers back without thinking. "It's nothing. Just a scratch. A rose thorn."
It sounded small when I said it out loud. But against my pale skin, the red lines looked harsh. Ugly. Like proof I'd been careless.
Lewis didn't argue.
