Asi straightened up, a sharp smile cutting across her face. "That’s why I called you. You handle the cameras; I handle the crowd."
In the three seconds it took for him to steady her, her fingers had brushed the cold gold of the key and replaced it with a weighted replica. Asi Bela Ft Ouz Han Sende
Asi Bela melted into the dance floor. She moved through the sweating bodies like a ghost, her gaze locked on the target in the velvet booth. As the beat of "Sende" reached a fever pitch, she tripped—a calculated, elegant stumble—right into the target's lap. Asi straightened up, a sharp smile cutting across her face
"Sorry," she whispered, her eyes burning with a feigned shyness. Asi Bela melted into the dance floor
Asi kicked the bike into gear, the wind already catching her hair. "Not everything," she shouted over the engine. "We still have to get out of the city."