TWENTY-FIVE
THE TIME WAS UPON THEM. They couldn’t linger any longer. Harry checked his wristwatch, something else retrieved during Styx’s supply run.
Her father nodded at the door and opened an arm toward her. “It’s time to go.”
Inhaling, she steeled her courage and moved the silk of her floor-length midnight-blue dress that shimmered whenever it caught the light. Styx must have collected the V-neck garment with its side-split while he was out. Tuxes had appeared too. Just going with it, she didn’t ask questions about exactly where everything had come from.
“Do you remember the rendezvous point?”
That she’d been shown before they came to the hotel. The place they had to meet if it all went wrong. “Yes,” she said.
Her father touched her lower back to guide her toward the door. She did
