Jane snatched a robe from the back of a chair and threw it at her chest. "Come on! Hurry up!"
Livia pushed herself upright. "What is it?" she asked again as she slipped her arms into the robe. Her fingers fumbled with the tie, still clumsy from sleep.
Jane finally leaned in. "Someone is waiting for you on the roof."
Livia paused mid-knot. "Who?"
Jane grinned. "Henry. Go. I'll keep an eye on the door. You're still standing there," Jane whispered impatiently, giving her a small shove. "Move!"
Livia exhaled and nodded, tightening the robe around herself before slipping toward the door. She paused just long enough to listen—distant laughter somewhere below, the muffled clink of glasses, a door creaking shut—but no footsteps nearby.
Jane cracked the door open and peeked out into the corridor, then gestured. "Clear."
They moved quickly. Livia gathered the hem of her robe as they slipped past darkened doorways and up the narrow back staircase that led to the roof.
