CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I quickly told her my plan, and when I had finished Pennae was still frowning. “You could ask one of His Highness’ advisers for help.”
I eased myself onto my feet and winced when half a dozen bruises complained. “I could, but I’m not. I know what the guy looks like, and they don’t. That’ll make finding him a lot faster, especially if he isn’t there anymore.”
Pennae shook her head. “This doesn’t sound safe at all.”
I set a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. “I know, but I just need you to get me out of here and to the museum. That’s all I’m asking.” She pursed her lips and my heart fell a little. “Please.”
Pennae stared at me for a moment longer before she sighed. “Very well.”
I let out a squeal and grasped her hands in mine. “Thank you so much
