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“We’re dressed in all black and breaking into a bank!”
“No, we have a key.” I turned back to the lock. “I’ve already tried that one,” I said as Kebe slid the gold key back into the lock. But then the key turned with a satisfying click.Huh.I guess I hadn’t tried that one.
“You were saying?” Kebe asked as she pulled the door open and gestured for us to get inside.
“Are you secretly a ninja or something?”
“Daddy is all about security and protecting what’s his. I’m just good at stuff like this from growing up under this thumb.”
Okay then.We walked into the bank and the door closed behind us.
Emma looked out the front window to see the person outside just walking down the street minding their own business. She breathed a sigh of relief. “I can’t believe no one called the cops on us.”
I nodded. If they had it totally would have been her fault though. She needed to calm down. I didn’t mind getting caught, but I’d rather wait until the coin was in my hand. Otherwise this would be the lamest bank job ever.
I turned toward the vault that Bennett had shown us. The one filled floor to ceiling in relics. It was go time.
Chapter 39
Thursday
Zoey
I tried to ignore the way that my heels clicked on the marble floors. I hadn’t noticed how much the bank echoed before. But now that we were robbing it? Every little noise seemed magnified. Especially Emma’s breathing.
“Stop breathing so loudly,” I whispered.
“I’m not.”
“You’re literally panting,” Kebe said. “Shh.”
Emma glared at her. “Why am I the only one worried we’re going to be caught?”
“Shh,” Kebe said again as we all made our way toward the vaults. “Wow, I’m surprised at how clean it is in here.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know…I just always heard that werecats were kind of sloppy. But this bank is pristine.”
Even their house was pretty tidy. They just needed to do dishes a little more often. “They’re definitely not sloppy.”
“First Huxley with the great taste. And now this?” She pressed her lips together as she continued to look around. “I bet Huxley picked out some of these finishes,” she said and ran her hand along the sleek counter. “Huxley is one of the twins, right?”
“Yes?” Emma said. She seemed as confused as I was about Kebe’s question during the middle of our very serious bank job.
What exactly had Kebe’s professor father taught her about werecats? That they were slobs with poor taste and bad tempers? I shook my head. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that it seemed like Kebe was starting to take an interest in Huxley. And I didn’t like that one bit. She couldn’t flirt with CallumandHuxley. That was just overkill.
Kebe cleared her throat. “Which one is it?”
“What?” I asked. I hadn’t been paying attention to her. I was just trying to figure out a way to get her to leave Huxley alone.
“Which vault has the relics?”
Oh. Right.I made my way around the counter and stopped at the second vault. “This one.” The first vault was filled with safety deposit boxes. I glanced to my right at the other vaults. My boyfriends locked themselves up in the other ones so they wouldn’t hurt anyone. I remembered how panicked I’d felt to be locked inside. It was so much better doing the unlocking.
“You’re sure you remember the code?” Emma asked.
“Pretty sure.” I set my duffel bag down next to the vault.
