The Devil’s Hour
Raina’s heart wouldn’t slow down, even now almost an hour since that very close call.
It thundered behind her ribs, loud enough that she was sure the whole room could hear it. Her body was still curled slightly toward the purse, as if her instincts couldn’t believe the threat had passed, even though the robbers had already tossed the phone into a champagne bucket and moved on.
But it hadn’t passed not really. The danger hadn’t lessened.
There was still the obvious danger that they were getting robbed.
The air inside the auction hall was tense, volatile even. Everyone in the room felt it.
Raina turned to Jessica, their eyes locking on each other for a moment, before Jessica shrugged her face away.
It was just a hunch, but Raina couldn't help but feel maybe Jessica wa
