That man was walking so calmly beside the guide. Andro was beside him, and Sean was two steps behind them both.
Milo's hands went cold. He stepped back. He almost dropped his biscuit.
He felt suffocated. It started in his fingers and moved up through his wrists, and he couldn't stop it. He pressed his right hand flat against his leg and kept his face forward.
No... His breath almost stopped right away.
Nero hadn't looked in his direction yet.
Milo kept his eyes averted, breathing slowly and not moving.
"Please, don't let him see me," Milo prayed.
Milo stood still. His fingers still clutched a half-eaten biscuit. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel the vibration in his throat.
He tried to blend into the shadows of the hallway, hoping the dark fabric of his suit would make him invisible.
But he believed he always had bad luck.
The guide was mid-sentence, pointing toward the heavy double doors of the auction room, when Nero's head suddenly turned.
