The Alphas' Bodyguard Is A Girl
“I don't plan on doing anything with the information. I mean, I have to be crazy to think of anything stupid in a place like this.”
It was a lie, but he didn't need to know that.
Patrick blinked up at me, confusion and wariness stretching across in his face. “There’s a vault,” he whispered, voice smaller than the clatter around us. “They don’t call it the Treasury exactly, old families keep things in the… in the west wing, behind the old archives. There’s a passage that leads to it, if you know where to look.”
My fingers twitched under the table. Jackpot. Not a map, not a key, but a full blown location and guaranteed treasure. It was enough to start counting coins in my head.
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