Rosie nods slowly at her. “You’re a super spy, aren’t you? Prove it.”
Arianna swallows but nods.
I stick my tongue out at her and whisper, “Hah, sucker.”
Rosie turns to me, stifling a giggle. “Viv, you have to bring back Sin’s necklace.”
Chapter 32
Rule thirty-two:Do not mix alcohol and super spy missions.
My jaw drops, and Arianna cackles, rolling on the floor. “Admit you’re beaten, Vivian.”
I narrow my eyes at her, or maybe I just squint a bit. I can’t tell. “You wish.”
I’ve already snuck out of the castle without getting caught. I’ve totally got this.
Rosie lifts her hands and calls out, “Go!”
Arianna and I scramble up, detangling ourselves from the blankets, and stagger towards the doors. Arianna holds onto the wall for support, and I hold onto her.
Once we reach the doors, we turn in opposite directions. “I’ll see you when you come back to Rosie,” I call out, using the wall to make my way to thestairs.
Arianna snorts, “Dream on!”
Once I round the corner, I pause, holding on to a sconce, trying to remember how to climb stairs. Standing up seems so dangerous. Stairs are steep.
I shake my head at how careless I’ve been, walking upstairs while standing up all these years. Instead, I do the sensible thing and crawl on all fours.
Brilliant.
I make my way to the hallway, where Sin and I’s rooms are, before pulling myself back up to stand.
Okay, Vivian, it’s time to go super spy mode.
I try to pull up some of Cassandra’s memories of being sneaky, but nothing happens.
Huh. Her memories must be drunk. I sigh. That is so irresponsible of her.
It looks like I’m on my own.
I pause in front of Sin’s door, listening for any sound. Hearing nothing, I test the doorknob.
Unlocked.
I turn the knob slowly, opening the door mostly silently. Sin’s room is shrouded in darkness, but I don’t want to risk him opening his eyes and seeing the open door. That’s not what a super spy would do.
Spies are sneaky.
Padding inside as quietly as possible, I close the door behind me. Sin’s dresser is the most obvious place to look, but after a few hushed breaths, I come up empty. The bed is only a few feet away, and I eye the large figure sprawled over the blankets. Sin is fast asleep, his breathing even.
My heart rate elevates as I step closer, making it all the way to the edge of his bed. My mouth goes dry atthe sight of him. He hasn’t bothered with pyjamas and only wears a pair of boxer briefs.
Dark romance novels must be rubbing off on me because I spend way longer than I should, taking in every line of his body. Everything about this man screams power, and I am drawn to him like a moth to his flame.
This is so wrong. I’m crossing a line.
But then I spot it. The leather tie of his necklace. It’s still around his neck.
