Kicking the Crown

Shayla started to touch the walls in search of a hidden control panel. “What about the kiss? I thought we settled upon keeping things at a professional level.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tejeda scratched his head, and the golden crown fell on the floor. He didn’t spare it a single glance. “I was just immersed into my role. You know, your husband and stuff like that.”

From behind the door, outside in the corridor, came the shouts of soldiers. The unmistakable ring and clang of guns being pulled out, the clickity-clack of boots marching on the marble floor.

There could be only one explanation for this: C1313 and Cato managed to run. For them, this was good, but for Shayla and Tejeda, quite the opposite. Their chances of escaping dwindled if the entire force was on high alert.