Connor straightened his carbon-silk cuffs while he guided Ophelia through the gilded glass doors of the Raven Art Gallery. Crystal chandeliers cast a bright glow over the gathered corporate executives mingling around abstract marble sculptures.
Ophelia adjusted her designer evening gown, gripping a small beaded clutch that concealed the custom mechanical lockpicks Evan and Ilyas had fashioned back at the safehouse.
"My parents attend these auctions frequently, so the security scanners recognized my family crest instantly to grant us access," Connor whispered, keeping his eyes fixed on a polished display pillar. He adjusted his coat and guided her toward the sculpture gallery.
Ophelia nodded, her fingers tracing the smooth edge of her clutch. "We just need to reach the rear service elevator before the main exhibition begins."
