The Ganados were still outside, their footsteps creeping closer. Cramped in the supply closet, you shifted against Ada, but her grip tightened instantly. “Stop squirming,” she hissed, breath warm against your ear.

You tried again—until her gloved hand clamped over your mouth. “I said still.” Her tone was calm, but the warning was clear.

The tension was suffocating—her body pressed against yours, her heartbeat steady while yours raced.

“If you get us caught, I will be annoyed,” she murmured. “And trust me, you don’t want that.”