Page 92 of Risky Obsession

Shit. He’s not buying any of our story.

“What happened?” I moaned like I had a bellyache.

“You passed out, babe. That’s all. You’re okay?” The concern in Kane’s eyes messed with my brain.

“Where are your tickets?” the guard asked.

I moaned louder.

“Are you okay?” Kane asked me, ignoring the guard’s demand.

I smacked my lips together, stalling for time.

“Are you going to be sick?” Kane rubbed his hand on my arm.

My clutch was digging into my back. It gave me an idea. I exhaled and poked my tongue out. “I don’t know. I need to sit up.”

As Kane helped me to sit, I pushed the bag around to my back.

“I have the tickets in my bag. My pills are in there, too.” I faked searching for my bag at my side. “My bag? Where is it?”

Kane looked startled.

“Oh, God. My rings. I put them in my bag because my fingers are all swollen. Look!” I showed my hand with the injured fingers to the guard. “Where’s my bag? You need to find it. It has my diamond rings.”

Kane jumped to his feet. “Christ. We need to find her bag. It’s a silver clutch. Where did you have it, babe?”

“On the bridge. Please. I was talking to Baroness Sophia van der Hausen yesterday and she told me to be careful here.”

The guard’s eyes shot open. “Baroness Hausen?”

“Yes. We spoke yesterday. She was so worried about security here.”

The guard aimed his finger at Kane. “Stay here.”

He raced out the door. His heavy footfalls tracked his departure.

Kane peered out the doorway after the departing guard. When he swung his gaze back to me, his grin was spectacular.

“Let’s get out of here.” Grabbing my bag, I slid off the bench. Holding hands, we inched toward the door and after checking the corridor was empty, we sprinted in the opposite direction the guard had gone.

Adrenaline pumped through me as we raced past large ornate tapestries and statues wearing ancient suits of armor.

The frantic beat of our shoes on the marble floor echoed with distant laughter and music.

I let Kane lead the way, and after racing through a labyrinth of passages without being detected, we neared what seemed to be a dead-end corridor. Ahead of us, a door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of golden light spilled into the hallway. Kane yanked me inside and we did a quick scan to confirm we were alone.

The walls were lined with overloaded bookshelves, and dark-leather sofas filled the floor space.

He shot me a glance. “You good?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have much time before they realize we’re gone.”

“I know. We need to get into that crowd. You really were amazing back there, Tory.”

Before I could respond, he cupped my cheeks and planted his lips on mine.

My heart melted, but my head screamed at me to push him away. I pressed my hands to his chest. “Let’s focus on finding Gunter.”