CHAPTER 74

SOPHIA'S POV

The air along the Monaco harbor was cold and crisp, and it smelled of salt water, expensive fuel, and sea mist. Below the hotel balcony, the big yachts rocked gently in their slips, and their underwater blue lights glowed through the dark water.

I checked the sleek, matte-black watch on my wrist. Midnight.

The harbor was strangely quiet at this hour. Even the music from the casino across the bay had faded to a faint hum, and the only steady sound was the soft slap of water against the hulls below us.

"The bank's second automatic shift change happens in three minutes," Lucas said, stepping up...