Chapter 26: "Out of [mine] head [thou] sprung: amazement."

The Louvre is packed to the proverbial rafters. Ezra doubts there are ever really days when it isn’t, but he so wishes they didn’t have to do this today. Or ever.

Preferably ever.

As they near the entrance and taser-toting guards, Ezra can feel the sweat running down his back, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him it has nothing to do with the weather.

As if sensing his ...