With Thieves I Consort Riddle Novels & Stories

"Client information for every attendee. Financial access credentials. Cryptocurrency wallet keys. Investment portfolio details. Not billions we'd steal today-but information that will let us extract trillions over the coming years, slowly enough that no one realizes what's happening until it's far too late." The horror of it settled through our resonance- we'd prevented the obvious crime while the real theft had executed undetected. The Consilience had sacrificed Richard, had let us stop their dramatic heist, all while accomplishing their actual objective through methods we hadn't even known to look for. "And there's more," Richard continued, his voice growing stronger despite his injury. "W

“Hold him alive. Theron wants names.” Names. As if naming burns away the truth they try to hide. I clamped my jaws together and kept moving. Pain was a ladder you climbed because standing was harder. Something hit the wooden walkway above with a thud. Gravel rained down like small betrayals. I looked up and saw a shadow cross the grate, the silhouette of a man with a lantern. The light caught the edge of a sigil on the guard’s cloak. Council. That meant this was not a hunt for a thief. This was a net with teeth of law.

“The Diamond Necklace goes to Madam Carolina Clinthon!” Some applauded while others remained silent, their eyes filled with disappointment. The spotlight focused entirely on Mrs. Clinthon, as if she were the true victor of the night. Meanwhile, hidden behind the stage were several thieves. Dressed in black clothing, they blended almost perfectly with the darkness, their eyes darting around like hungry wolves waiting for prey. Their footsteps were heavy yet nearly silent as they tightly gripped the bags meant to carry the precious jewel they desired. Each of them was nervous, but greed and anticipation dominated their expressions.

"So he does not know." "Not yet." Elena's smile deepened. "He senses a change. But he has not yet realized that the woman herself already walks within his kingdom." She raised one finger. "That gives us time." The Queen folded her arms. "Then we strike first." Elena nodded. "Tonight." She reached beneath her robes and removed a small scroll sealed with black wax. One name had been written across it. Thorac… The ruthless leader of the desert thieves. A man feared throughout Egypt for selling travelers into slavery and leaving no witnesses behind.

Only the divine priests and divine priestesses could enchant any jewelry, being called incantation jewelry. Since the realization that Thaddeus was my mate, I had been carrying one with me at all times, the sole purpose of which was to conceal my scent and make it harder for him to track me down. In short, my wolf would fail to sense our mate's presence, despite their proximity and being right before us. However, a few weeks ago, I failed to include the necessary condition in my request to the divine priest, which led to a crucial error. Consequently, whenever I relentlessly sought to tame my wolf, I would inevitably catch the scent of Thaddeus, undermining the purpose of my efforts.

"At this point, I have nothing else to go on. Whatever information you have, though, if you add my riddle to it, perhaps you can find it and then we'll both win." She studies me. Considers it. "Where did you get the riddle?" "Is that important?" "It is if you're making all this up." She cocks her head. I sneer. "From that old scholar Igor Rhodes in Dyad Marketplace. I ... persuaded him to tell me everything he knows." "Igor Rhodes?" She frowns. "I just paid him a second visit." I take a step closer to her desk. "I assure you; he told me everything he knows."

she commented. "I think so, too." Jericho agreed, smiling at her, "How was your sleep?" "Good," Rose answered briefly, fully aware of Ty and Trick's eyes on them. She didn't want to be a target of their prying, so she opened the discussion that she wanted to have, "So. The first part of the riddle. Father Benedict said that these vibrating wedding rings are the key to making it known. Do you guys have any idea how we can do that?"

"Prisoner?" The goddess lifted one marble hand. On her wrist, beneath stone, an old shackle mark glowed faintly black. "The wolf wore origin as collar. The guardian wore hunger as collar. I wore gaze as collar. The sun wore duty. The serpent wore horizon. Different prisons. Same hand." Jack and Katherine went still at the same time. Katherine asked, "Whose hand?" The goddess smiled sadly. "That is the first question that matters." The Tail chose that moment to attack.

I turned around to face him and looked at the special gift around my neck. It was a silver necklace with small blue diamonds circling it. I looked up, meeting his gaze. "Is this..." I trailed off when I got lost in his eyes. "The blue diamond you tried to steal from my museum?" I nodded quietly. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I know how much you loved it, and I want you to have it; it's yours." "It's beautiful; thank you." I smiled at him. "You remembered." He nodded quietly. His lips curved into a smirk. "I can never forget the jewel thief who stole my heart," Ares teased. THE END.

He wanted to pick it up, but the guard stopped him. "Please be careful, sir," the bodyguard warned. Fyn immediately stopped his hand and thought about the man's words. He had to investigate what the bracelet was and what was going on. Then he noticed the engraving on the bracelet, a wolf's head. It looked like something he had seen before. Fyn immediately remembered that the consorts had similar bracelets. He was silent for a moment. Something was strange. It seemed like he should tell Myrene. "Take care of the body. I'll have it examined by a doctor," Fyn ordered.