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Now someone else had it. Finally putting a leash on his rage, he lowered himself to his seat and took a deep breath. "Were you able to find who the thief is?" he asked in a much calmer voice, a voice that belied the rage boiling within him. "Alpha," Wayland shook his head and quickly proceeded before Talon would flare up again. "We have no idea who the gem thief is, but our spies within Hayden told us it was a werewolf. The Alpha Prince Jade has embarked on a journey to retrieve it, and rumour has it that the Soul Gem and the thief lives in a human city called Northville"

Then it was their confident way of speaking, even after seeing the 5 Thorium Realm experts in their group. The city Lord of the Heavy Heart City roared in anger, "I will see how you toddlers will stop me, from going wherever I please." The big man in a fur-lined armor stepped forward with confident strides. He barely made it three steps before an ice trident made its way through the fog and towards his chest. City Lord of the Redlight District stood forward and casually waved his hand. An ice shield appeared in front of Golden Deer, which he reinforced with a light barrier of his own. However, they were both made of paper before the ice spear, which tore through them with no resistance and

"Oh...look I don't think that's a good idea either. It's going a bit too far don't you think?" "I knew you would say this." He groaned. "I knew you wouldn't understand." "I understand perfectly, Xavier, but this is different from our normal stealing plots." I pointed out. "I mean you don't understand the urgency. You don't steal to live, you steal because you're a bored heiress who needs some excitement. You're not a real thief." "How dare you!" I exclaimed. "I'm much better at it than you are!" "Which is why I need you baby. I can't pull this off without you. And hey when we pull this off, I won't ever have to steal again."

The man surnamed Inferno didn’t look threatened in the least way nor did he look angry, instead he smirked, “You are something aren’t you, little thief?” Usually, when someone who has stolen from you threatens to steal from you again, most people would panic and call the police to keep close eyes on the suspect, but not this man. He seemed amused, maybe because she didn’t look convincing or threatening enough. Perhaps there was something else he was hoping for. Jasmin didn’t know if she should be happy about that or angry. She stepped to close the space between them, and her eyes didn’t waver from his. “I am. Now step out of the way. I’ve got more tables to wait.”

She flipped her hair, an action Daniel didn't know what brought about it, "Cause I am the only one here duhhh! You have no other options than to pick me." "You are the only one here cause you came late." He gritted. "Oh." "Any work experience?" He asked. "Yes." "As a what?" "I steal and pick pockets with ease." "What do you mean?" He asked dumfounded. "I used to be a thief, still one tho cause I haven't secured a job yet." "God!" He sighed. "I picked your pocket the few times we met and also now." She raises his wallet and keys before him. Daniel is wide eyed and quickly snatches them from her.

"They should be afraid. I’ve seen the ledger, Dante. I know exactly how much blood it takes to keep this city running. I’m just making sure we don't waste any of it." He set his tablet down and leaned against the glass, looking up at me. The tension of the shipyard was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating confidence. "But a quiet city is a hungry city. The street gangs in the South End are starting to push back. They don't care about 'legitimacy' or 'shipping lanes.' They want the corners. They want the fast cash." "Small dogs bark the loudest," I dismissed. "Marco is already handling the sweeps."

Carolina and Xander leaned close over the scuffed prep table, its pocked top draped in hand-drawn maps and oil-smudged lists: pack hierarchies, alleyway cut-throughs, the codes rogues daubed on lampposts to mark friendly or fatal blocks. It was both a battle plan and a wish for one; neither quite trusted the info, but both knew the city kept its truest answers in jittery, ill-lit margins.

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

The diamond slipped from my pocket and skidded across the polished floor. No. No, no, no A hand reached down and picked it up before I could. Slowly… I looked up. And for the first time that night I felt something close to fear. He was tall. Composed. Dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be loud. His dark eyes locked onto mine like he already knew everything. A slow smirk curved his lips. “I had a feeling you’d show up,” he said calmly. “ The notorious jewel thief.” My stomach dropped.

Elena Romano understood firsthand that in the world of thieves, everything had a price—except resurrecting dead men. If that had been on the table, her father would still be alive, and Lorenzo Salvatore wouldn't be on her hit list. Her olive-toned skin blended with the darkness, making her almost invisible. For the right price, anything could be bought on the thriving black market of the underworld—maps, blueprints, access codes. Her underworld connections yielded the blueprints to the Salvatore estate. It was pretty easy to kill someone in their own home, no matter how secure they thought they were. The Mafia bosses weren't immune to secrets sold on the black market, though it was pricier t