"This is either the dumbest plan we've ever come up with, or it's going to get us killed," I muttered, adjusting my earrings in the mirror.
"We don't have much choice, do we?" Finlay's voice carried from the next room, calm and steady as always, though I could hear the tension behind it.
I stepped into the living room, smoothing out the elegant gown Madison had insisted I wear. Finlay in a tailored tuxedo almost stopped me dead in my tracks. He looked like he'd been born into this world of mansions and diamonds, like he wasn't about to put his life on the line by luring one of the most dangerous people alive out of hiding.
"You clean up well," I said, trying to inject a little levity into the moment.
He glanced up from his phone, his lips quirking into a faint smile. "So do you."
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