She turned slightly to face me and lifted the hanger higher. “This one? It’s my favorite...”
I deliberately shifted my foot toward the corner of the rug and let myself stumble forward. “Whoa!” I faked a slip, letting my boot catch on the edge of the fabric. My body pitched forward, and I dropped to one knee with a grunt.
“Kael!” Roxanne cried out and rushed toward me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, brushing my hand over the rug like I was steadying myself. “Damn thing’s bunched up.”
As I moved my palm along the fabric, I curled my fingers beneath it and pulled the edge back just enough to reveal what I needed to.
My heart skipped a beat as the glittering diamonds of my mother’s stolen necklace sparkled up at me from beneath the rug, tucked almost perfectly out of sight.
I blinke
