The footsteps stopped outside Richard's office.
Clarissa's growl vibrated through my mind.
"Three."
My pulse hammered.
"Three what?"
"People."
Richard stood between me and the door, his body rigid.
Emergency lights painted the office in a dim red glow.
The journal was clutched against my chest.
My father's journal.
The map hidden inside it.
Whatever someone had come here looking for, I suddenly knew I couldn't let them have either.
Richard glanced over his shoulder.
"There's another exit behind the bookshelf."
Of course there was.
I stared at him.
"How many secret passages does your office have?"
"Lara."
"Sorry."
A shadow moved beneath the door.
Clarissa pushed closer to the surface.
"Let me out."
My fingers curled around the journal.
"Not yet."
"Lara—"
The handle
