“It doesn’t make sense.”
“I mean, if you’ve got the wires tucked between the pressure point, then-
“No. I mean the vault.” Pursing her lips, Calista looks around the closet, “Why go through the effort of storing secure documents if you’re going to blow them up?”
A valid question and one I do not have an answer to.
Clambering to her feet, blonde hair disappears into the bedroom. I drag my ass off the floor and follow her, keeping a careful distance as a determined woman storms through the room.
“Maybe we should take a second to think about this.”
Drawers bang open and papers fall to the floor as Calista starts ripping shit apart. I watch with wide eyes as her determination teeters on the edge of desperation, a hysterical sight that has dread creeping along my spine.
“Darling, just stop.”
“Ithasto be here.”
“Calista, we found the vault.” Ignoring the pinch in my chest, I take a step closer, “We did all we could.”
“That’s not good enough.”
Her words slash through the air, serrated and desperate to make a wound. I watch her tear apart silk pillows, throwing feathers across the bed as she searches for something that doesn’t want to be found.
My heart feels heavy as I walk over and wrap my arms around her. Pull her tight against my chest until she stops rebelling against my hold.
“It’s over.”
Her body trembles in my arms, not yet ready to give up the fight.
“No.”
“Calista.” Running my hands through her hair, I brush it back softly, “We lost, darling. But that’s okay.”
Emerald eyes stare back at me, lost and a little duller than before.
“We came pretty fucking close and that’s okay.”
When she doesn’t respond, I try again.
“Not all plans work out the way they’re supposed to. Sometimes the best ones fall off the track and all you can do is hold on and hope it’ll take you where you want to go.”
“The mirror.”
“It’s not about what you see in the mirror, darling.”
“Devil.” Gripping my shoulders, Calista shakes me lightly, “Turn around.”
“What?”
“The mirror is in the centre of the room.” Her gaze brightens as a spark ignites, “And for a woman who does not put much stock into her appearance...”
“She put it there for a reason.”
I whirl around, confronting my God-awful reflection and the silver frame twisting its way around the glass. Curling at the corners like plumes of smoke, the elegant design hangs smoothly against the wall, perfectly flat except for a small jut near the bottom.
Fucking bingo.
Prying the heavy mother fucker off the wall, I don’t have to look at the gaping hole to know the vault is inside. I can see itwritten plainly across Calista’s face, the anticipation bleeding through her gorgeous complexion.
