It would fit the dress code of the auction.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the shaking in my chest.

I began to write a message on my computer, setting a delayed delivery for the next evening.

It contained the key to the encrypted drive with the ledger.

If I did not return, Vincent would get it anyway.

My hand hovered over the keyboard as a soft knock sounded at my bedroom door.

I slammed the laptop shut.

“Clara?” Vincent’s voice came through the thick wood.

I stood up, smoothing down my sweater.

“Yes?” I called out, my voice cracking slightly.

The door handle began to turn.

I slid the laptop under my pillow just as the heavy oak door swung open.

Vincent stood in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the bright light from the hallway.

His dark eyes scanned the room, lingering on my hands before rising to my face.

“You are quiet tonight, Clara,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“I was just about to sleep,” I said, forcing a small smile.