Ace wondered how he would explain what he was doing on that floor—knowing fully well it wasn’t where he had been assigned to stay.

He was about to rush back up and hide when the guard’s gaze met him.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

The guard frowned.

“What are you doing here?” he asked Ace, his brows knitting together.

“Um…” Ace stuttered. “I—I think I lost my way.” He scratched the back of his head.

The gesture only made the guard frown deeper, and Ace knew he was in deep shit ...