The hall outside Kieth’s suite was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against Malia’s ears until every sound she made felt deafening. The carpet swallowed her footsteps as she moved, one hand brushing along the cool wall for balance. Her body was a tight coil of nerves, every heartbeat echoing with Andrew’s voice.
Tonight. Get into his laptop. Or Ivy dies.
Her hands shook even though she curled them into fists at her sides. She had tried to resist the command. Every nerve screamed at her to wait, to find another way, to stall. But there was no other way. Ivy’s face haunted her, flashing before her eyes with every step she took.
She had to do this.
And yet, she knew — the second she was caught, it would be over.
Her room was connected to his through the adjoining door. That was t
