The heist

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Freya replied stiffly and he smiled and pulled the hood down from her face.

“Am I mistaken?” Riordan asked with a smirk. “Then should we go back out and ask him what he remembers about you?”

She glared at him and shoved his chest hard but he didn’t budge.

“Who are you to pry into my business?” She gritted out. “If you wanted to hand me over to him you should have done it from the start.”

“Hand you over?” He scoffed. “No, I don’t plan to do that at all. What did you steal from him?”

“It’s none of your business.” She repeated and he nodded.

“You’re right, it doesn’t much matter what you took. What matters is that there have been thousands before you that have attempted to steal from Vinaud. Nobody ever succeeded, until you.” Said Riordan.

She frowned and studied him. “Are you going somewhere with this?”

“You’re the only person that ever succeeded in stealing from Vinaud and walking free, Shadow. I need you to do it again.”

“No.” She said im