The place was fancy. I had no idea who owned it, but Damian kept a firm grip on my hand while we stepped inside, didn’t wait to get you out of that dress," he muttered low, grinning.
"Sorry, guys, you didn’t need to hear that," I said, smirking.
Wire’s laugh crackled on my earpiece. Space, as usual, stayed silent.
"Alright, you’re clear," Wire said. "Good luck."
Inside, it looked like a damn museum. The guy was clearly a collector.
"Downstairs," I motioned to Damian. "I’ll take the lead."
He kissed my hand, then let it slip away.
I clasped the skirt of my dress and headed down the stairs. I was almost at the bottom when the door opened. Thane stood there, looking at me as if I’d just crashed his party.
"Victoria?" he blinked, eyebrows shooting up. His look dropped to my dress, then
