MABEL’S POV
They must have noticed.
The tiger-masked man was already cutting through the crowd, four guards tight behind him, his stride sharp with anger as he headed for the stairs. Whatever Zach had taken from the study had been discovered faster than either of us expected. Most of the guests were still too drunk or too absorbed in their games to register the shift, and the Lurdas seemed determined to keep everything contained. The file was confidential. Drawing attention would only make it worse.
Zach’s hand closed around my wrist and pulled me back from the main flow of people.
“We can’t go through the front,” he murmured against my ear. “They are searching everyone leaving.”
My pulse spiked. “Do you have a backup plan?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he guided me deeper into the ro
