"This is insane."
Damien adjusted his fake security badge. They stood outside the Belmont compound. High walls. Armed guards. Cameras everywhere.
"Do you have a better idea?" Celeste asked.
"About a hundred. All of them are less likely to get us killed."
"We need to find my mother. This is the only way."
They'd spent two days planning. Two days gathering intel. Elena had helped. Send them guard schedules. Building layouts. Entry codes.
Celeste still wasn't sure if she could trust Elena. But right now, she had no choice.
"Ready?" she asked.
Damien checked his gun. Hidden under his jacket. "As I'll ever be."
They walked toward the main gate. Celeste's heart hammered. She wore a wig. Brown instead of her usual black hair. Glasses. Different clothes. She looked like a secretary. Borin
