They reached the pendant’s alcove. It pulsed faintly under glass, green and wrong.
Ivy Wolfe and Janice Griffith had been partners in crime for exactly three heists, two getaways, and one very unfortunate incident involving a startled cat and a laser grid. They were the best kind of thieves: the ones who stole from people who deserved it. ivy wolfe janice griffith
Trust, for instance. And a very good grandmother. They reached the pendant’s alcove
“Barely. Turns out the curse is real, but it’s allergic to my grandmother’s folk charm.” Janice pulled a small iron talisman from her bodice. “Ma insisted I wear it to every fancy party. Always thought it was superstition.” They were the best kind of thieves: the
In the dark, breathing hard, Janice took the pendant from Ivy’s trembling hand.
Ivy, sleek in emerald velvet with a razor-sharp bob, smirked. “You never like any of them, Griffith. That’s why I bring you.”