Then at the bird.
And then at the glitter bomb in my hand.
I need to talk toSteve.
Alone.
AndSteveis now slipping into my museum with a code for the front door that he shouldn’t have.
I’d have to investigate that even ifStevewasn’t my pretend fiancé.
Also, the freakingaudacity.
What doesStevethink he’s doing, using thefrontdoor to break into my museum? Who gave him the code?
Not that I think he’d trash it, but that’s bold.
And weird.
And making the hairs on my arms stand on end.
Nigel grabs me by the elbow. “We’re leaving. You need to find your moral compass again.”
I wrench myself free from his grip without a second thought.
What I do after that—well, I’m going to call it divine intervention that it works.
I shove a loaded glitter bomb at Nigel. “Hold this.”
He takes it, probably on instinct.
So I pull the little string that pops it. Directly into his suit.
“Rawk! Contraband glitter! Rawk! Glitter bomb! Rawk!”
Nigel gasps and stares at me.
And then—well, then the twins happen.
“Glitter bombs away!” the more vocal one crows.
I duck.
I dive.
I run.
And as glitter bomb after glitter bomb explodes behind me, I make a dash to the museum.
Nigel can’t get in there.
And there’s a certain acquaintance of mine in there that I need to see so that I can ask him a very large favor. Probably. After I find out what in the actual hell he’s doing in my museum.
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Sloane
There’spandemonium behind me as I dash to the museum.
