“Good thing I don’t care what you like,” she replied, but her pulse betrayed her.

He noticed. Of course he noticed.

Aria forced herself to focus, tracing her finger over the map. “The auction’s in two nights. Private invitation only. The Sleeping Siren will be on display before transfer to the buyer.”

Lucien nodded, his eyes still fixed on her rather than the blueprint. “You’ve got a way in?”

“I did. Until someone tripped the alarms last time.”

He leaned closer, his ...