The moment I stepped into the hallway, my pulse was already hammering in my ears. Every nerve in my body screamed that this had to go perfectly-one wrong move, and everything we'd planned, everything we'd risked, could collapse.

Damon was upstairs, already playing his part. He had told me earlier he would pretend to give in, pretend that the fake Lina had won, that he could no longer resist her charms. It was a dangerous game, but we both knew it had to be done. She had the key, and that key ...