48. Enigmatic Escapades

(Salvatore's POV)

As we attempt to leave the building, I turn to Quinn. “Stay close,” I tell her, my voice barely audible. “We have what we need. Let’s try to get out of here without drawing too much attention to ourselves.”

“Alright,” she murmurs back, her eyes flicking from mine to the shadows beyond. She’s well aware of what will happen if someone figures out who she is. We make our way through the crowd with ease. My hand grips hers tightly. As we pass by other guests, I can’t help but notice the hungry looks on their faces. The way their predatory gazes move across Quinn’s body as we walk past them puts me on edge.

“Over here.” I lead her down a dimly lit hallway, away from the main gathering. My senses are on high alert as we make our way into a quieter area, where we can discuss our findings in private.

“Salvatore,” Quinn says once we’re safely in the secluded alcove, her blue eyes meeting mine with a mix of relief and concern. “Now what do we do?” She asks with a frown.

“We go