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Kira padded down the hallway on bare feet. Her footsteps made no sound on the plush carpet lining the stone floor. She carried a pair of Laura Stirling’s high heels in one hand and her crystal encrusted black clutch in the other. Kira didn’t like walking in heels to begin with. There was no way she was going to clomp around in them when she was trying to be stealthy. She would put them on before going downstairs.
Or maybe after I reach the ground floor. The last thing I need is to trip on the stairs and make a scene.
She had spent several minutes freshening up in the master bathroom, rinsing her face and using some of Laura’s perfume to cover any lingering traces of sweat. Her long, dark hair was free of its usual ponytail. She had brushed it out to cascade over her left shoulder. Sh
