Priceless.
My secret? I’m already three steps ahead. While you’re checking the lock on the east tower, I’m climbing the west wall with a hairpin and a grin. While your guard dogs are sniffing the decoy scarf I left by the river, I’m sipping your best wine in your own pantry, using your own monogrammed goblet.
I’ll take more than your treasure.
And when you least expect it—
But here’s the truth no one prints in their pamphlets: I only take from those who have too much. That miserly baron who let the village starve last winter? His ruby necklace now feeds three families. That corrupt captain who extorts tolls from the poor? His ceremonial sword is now a plowshare.
I am Sapphire Fox. And a fox, my dear hunter, is never what she seems.
I’ll take your breath.
So go ahead. Set your traps. Double your guards. Polish your cages.