"If you do not move faster, we are both going to jail," I growled, shoving the heavy iron door shut behind us.
"I am moving as fast as I can in these heels, Rhys," Vivienne snapped back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the dark swallowed us whole.
Above our heads, muffled heavy boots thudded across the Paris pavement. The local authorities were sweeping the street. They were close. Too close. If they found the hidden entrance, this entire operation was finished before it even started.
"Keep your hand on my coat," I said, my voice dropping to a low whisper as I reached into the pitch-black space ahead. "Do not let go. The tunnel drops off without warning."
"I cannot see anything," she whispered. Her fingers dug hard into the leather of my jacket, her knuckles tight. "Rhys, wh
