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beyond was much smaller than the one he’d left behind. He headed down it, made a right at the first intersection, then stopped as he reached another door. There was no door handle, just a control panel set on the wall beside it.
    “Putting the card in place now,” Jeth said as he slid the counterfeit invitation into the narrow slit on the control panel’s side.
    “Got it,” Lizzie said. “Establishing the connection. Should have it hacked in two minutes.”
    Jeth didn’t reply as he turned around, keeping an eye on things. The hallway should stay empty for the time being. Everyone was outside for the fireworks, including the emperor, whose adoration of his granddaughter was well known. That was why Jeth had waited until the fireworks display to come in here. Every servant, guard, guest, and dignitary was expected to observe the spectacle and pay homage to the princess.
    Thirty seconds ticked by, then a minute. Almost there .
    But then Jeth heard the distinctive hiss of a door opening in the distance, followed by the footsteps of someone approaching.
    Someone who shouldn’t be here.
    So much for no glitches .

CHAPTER 04
    JETH’S HEAD SWAM IN THE SUDDEN SURGE OF ADRENALINE, but then a cool focus came over him, the thrill of the unexpected sharpening his senses. “Someone’s coming. How soon?”
    “Need another minute at least,” Danforth answered.
    Acting on instinct, Jeth left the comm open as he pulled the collapsible wrench out of his boot and expanded it to full size. He held his breath and approached the edge of the hallway. Only two types of people would be coming this way right now: guards or servants. He hoped for the latter. A servant would likely be easier to take by surprise, knock unconscious, and hide until the job was done.
    Jeth listened to the footsteps, determining they were coming from the left, the same way he had entered. He turned and put his back to the wall. Sweat dampened his palms, and he wished he were holding a stunner instead of a wrench. If he hit the person too hard, he could do permanent damage. Too little and he might have a fight on his hands.
    Tap, tap, tap .
    The person reached the juncture where the two hallways met. Jeth held his breath, tightening his grip on the wrench.A figure stepped into view. Jeth raised his hand, aiming for where neck met skull.
    But he froze at the sight of brown hair hanging in ringlets. The girl in the silkwater dress from earlier swung to face him, her large amber eyes widening in surprise.
    Hit her! A voice screamed in his head.
    He couldn’t. He might hurt her. Might kill her with a blow like that.
    “What are you—” she began, but Jeth grabbed her before she could finish. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pinning her. She was tiny, easy to overpower. He felt her lungs expand for a scream, and he clapped his hand over her mouth.
    “Door’s open, Longshot,” Danforth spoke through the comm. “You got things under control down there?”
    “Yeah, I’m coming,” Jeth said, glad he’d left the comm open. To say he had his hands full as he dragged the girl down the hallway would be an understatement. Although to his surprise she wasn’t really struggling. A small, weird part of him was almost disappointed that she didn’t fight. He must’ve misjudged the spunk he’d detected in her earlier.
    He shoved her through the now open door into a narrow entryway that dead-ended before an elevator.
    “I’m going to lower my hand from your mouth,” Jeth said, in his most menacing voice, “but if you so much as squeak, I’ll brain you. Got it?” He waved the wrench before her eyes with his other hand.
    She nodded.
    Jeth let go of her mouth, and holding her with one arm,he reached back and grabbed the counterfeit invitation out of the control panel. A second later, the door slid closed, sealing them in the small foyer before the elevator.
    “Who are you talking to?” Danforth asked.
    “Nobody. A minor inconvenience. Someone from the