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“This is terribly rude of me, but I have to leave early,” she said. “An emergency came up at the gallery. One of our featured artists pulled out of the upcoming exhibition.”
A shameful breath of relief cooled my lungs. “You don’t have to explain. Work comes first.”
Clarissa glanced at Isabella. Recognition sparked in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she gave me a hesitant smile. “Rain check on our date?”
“Of course,” I said after the briefest of hesitations.
“The old work excuse,” Isabella said after Clarissa disappeared into the crowd. “You must be a terrible date.”
I ignored the obvious bait. The truth was, I was tempted to leave early too. I’d already talked to everyone I wanted to see, and after years of attending similar balls, I was unimpressed with the pageantry. I’d rather go home and lose myself in a book, except…
I’ve been working on it for a while, but I’m stuck…
All I have to do is finish my own…
How do you know?
My jaw tensed as my conversation with Isabella two weeks ago played on a loop in my mind. Her career aspirations were none of my business, but she’d looked so lost in that moment, and she’d sounded so sad…
“When does your shift end?” The question left my mouth of its own accord.
“In about an hour.” Isabella’s brow formed a questioning arch. “Why?”
Don’t do it, a voice of reason warned.This is a terrible idea. You should not tell her about—
“Meet me at the main staircase after you’re off,” I said. “I have something to show you.”
ISABELLA
I had a history of making bad decisions when it came to men, so it was no surprise I showed up at the stairs after my shift. If we got caught, I’d be in deep shit. Not Kai, of course, since his status protected him from any consequences. But me, a lowly employee? I’d be tossed off Valhalla’s premises faster than I could saydouble standard.
Still, curiosity was a demanding beast, and it held me firmly in its clutches as we walked up the stairs and down the second-floor hallway.
“You’re not luring me to a black site where you can chop me into pieces, are you?” I asked. “Because that’s not how I’d prefer to spend my Saturday night. I have a strong aversion to physical pain.”
Kai slanted a disbelieving glance at me. “You’ve been doing too much thriller research.”
“Nope, just listening to a lot of true crime podcasts.” Which I supposed was the same thing. “It never hurts to be cautious.”
“I promise we’re not going to a black site. That’s reserved for Tuesday nights.”
“Ha ha. Hilarious,” I grumbled, but I fell silent when we stopped in front of a familiar door.
“The library.” Disappointment cut a swath through my nerves. “That’s it?”
I liked the library as much as the next person, but after expecting a maze of secret passageways or a fancy hidden room, it was a bit of a letdown.
A small smile touched Kai’s lips. “Have faith.”
Valhalla’s library soared two stories to an elaborate cathedral ceiling engraved with the founding families’ crests. Rolling ladders and filigreed spiral staircases connected the main floor to the upper level, which bristled with leather-bound books and priceless tchotchkes.
I followed Kai up one of those staircases to the mythology section, where he skimmed his fingers over a shelf of books so old their titles were barely legible. He stopped on a battered copy ofThe Iliad, twisted the gold lion statuette on a nearby table with his other hand, and pulled out the book before reshelving it.
“What are you…”
The soft creak of the bookcase swinging open swallowed the rest of my words. My jaw unhinged.
Oh my God.
