“Personally, I’m a bit of daredevil. You won’t tell, will you? I just like to go fast, is all.”

There. Three rows down, there was a key on a familiar-looking chain. A snake wrapped around a rose. I plucked it from the board and then saw two others. I grabbed them, too—seconds before I heard someone coming out the front door of the Arcadia hotel.

Keeping low to the ground, I shuffled toward the entrance and then popped up beside the group as they exited. When Campbell saw me, she cut the valet loose, and two minutes later, we’d made it far enough away from the building to examine our loot.

The three key chains were identical. The keys that hung on them were different, but all three had one thing in common.

Size.

“Golf cart keys,” Campbell said. “One for you. One for me. One for Sadie-Grace.”

Right after Victoria had pointed us to the valet stand, I’d been more focused on the bombshell she’d dropped about the Lady of the Lake than her parting shot. Don’t tell Lily.

“If Lily’s out, I’m out,” I told Campbell. I’d never cared about impressing the White Gloves in the first place, and I didn’t think there was any more information to get out of Victoria.

“What if Lily weren’t out?” Campbell asked me.

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at. “Victoria just said . . .”

Campbell smiled. “I happen to have an in with one of the other White Gloves,” she said. “One who isn’t overly fond of Victoria Gutierrez.”

CHAPTER 20

I texted Lily and Sadie-Grace. Campbell texted Hope, who met us—all four of us—at the front of the hotel. I didn’t know what Campbell had texted her, but she didn’t bat an eye at Lily’s presence.

“The golf carts are parked around back,” she said. “You obtained your keys?”

“Easy as pie,” Campbell replied.

“Apple pie,” Sadie-Grace added confidently. Then, in the interest of full disclosure, she continued. “Or so I assume. I wasn’t there.”

“We only have three keys.” I phrased my question carefully. “Is that going to be a problem?”

I was keeping secrets from Lily. If and when the truth about my parentage came out, she might hate me, but I wasn’t going to sit back and let anyone else hurt her if I could help it.

“Not a problem,” Hope replied cheerfully. “Each White Glove picks her own replacement. Victoria can’t cut any of you as long as I’m interested.”

Apparently, she hadn’t found Lily interesting enough to keep around on her own, but if she was part of a package deal with me and Campbell—so be it.

What are the chances that Lily can change any of the other White Gloves’ minds tonight?