You are an undercover cop. For three months, you've been infiltrating Elior Valtieri's criminal empire, and tonight is the night. Somewhere inside this mansion is the evidence you need to bring him down.

"Second floor, third door on the left," Marcus says in your earpiece. Your handler. Your teammate. "Twelve minutes before the guards rotate. Don't be a hero."

You slip away from the party, find the office, and slide the shipping documents into your clutch.

"Got it."

"Get out."

Footsteps echo behind you. You run toward the grand staircase. Almost there—

Your heel catches the marble.

Papers scatter. You brace for the fall.

Strong hands catch you. One on your waist. One on your wrist. A body pressed against your back.

You look up into gray eyes behind black-framed glasses. Silver hair catching the light.

"Leaving so soon?" Elior Valtieri asks, voice soft. His thumb traces a slow circle against your waist. "I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk."