"I'm beginning to regret helping Isabelle," Lina muttered to Estella who nodded in agreement. The two women stood at the end of the hallway, Sebastian staring them down. His eyes widened slightly at their presence, then he gazed to the entrance, debating if he should notify his Boss.
"Every man for themselves," Lina retorted. "Hopefully the journalist gets what he wants."
Lina turned around in as normal of a speed as she could muster. She didn't want to seem in a rush to leave or reluctant to do so. She wanted to seem like a normal person who simply lost interest in this section of the museum. Without another word, Lina walked down the hallway.
Lina's heels barely clicked for a mere second, when she heard it. Each syllable, each letter dripping with heat, searing into her heart.
"Lina."
