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“Y’know,” Harry says, barging in like she owns the place, which she does. “This isn’t a safe part of Delacroix. You need better locks.”
“Not in the mood, Harriet.”
She puts a bag on the coffee table and sits down opposite me as she takes a sip from a to-go cup. Then she eyes the schnapps. “If I’d known you had your breakfast covered, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Things didn’t go to plan,” I mutter, grabbing the bag. There’s a donut and a coffee, and I can smell the sugar and cream as I pull them out. “Things went wrong.”
“So I see.” Her gaze is on the necklace. “That’s a fake. A good one, but a fake.”
I scowl at her and pull up my knees as I take a bite of the donut and then a sip of coffee. “How can you tell?”
“It’s good but not great, and I’m Harriet Esterhazy. Genius.” She sighs, sits back. “Also, your neck.”
Heat hits me.
“Which one did you do the nasty with?”
I don’t answer.
Her eyes narrow. “Look, Lena, I know you’re straight, but you’re still not that stupid.” Her eyes narrow further. “Fuck me, babe. You are that stupid. Apart from anything, they’re Quinate—”
“Save the lecture.” I set the coffee and donut down and hug my knees. “Jac is pissed.”
“How pissed?”
“Ready to kill me and chop me up, level of pissed.”
She sucks in a breath and nods, black curls bouncing. “And Hendrick?”
“He knows who I am. And he had the fake sitting in the safe.”
“Fuck.” She breathes out.
“Been there, done that.”
“It’s not a joke,” she snaps.
“I know, Harry.” I get up, grab my cup, and start to pace. Harry eats my donut. “Someone’s got the necklace.”
We both fall silent as the gravity of the situation crushes down.
“You’re better than this, Lena.”
“I’m not even going to ask if you think I’m a better thief than I was last night or if I’m better than the girl who gets her sex on with the wrong guys.” I stop pacing and look at her. “Which do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Both? It was dumb going there last night.”
Exhilarating, the kind of move that always gets me excited. But dumb. “Sometimes dumb works. Sometimes…”
“Lena, they’re Quinate. That’s how scary it is. It’s Harry not asking you sordid details level of scary.” She puts her donut-dusted hand on her chest. “Just know that it makes my lady parts shrivel because of who they are and what they could do to us.”
“I know.” I hiss the words. “It just happened.”
She frowns. “Their cocks accidentally slipped into you, right after your panties accidentally fell off?”
“No.”
“Hendrick worked out who you were and you fucked him?” I nod at her words. “And then you…what? Fucked Jac because you thought your life needed spice?”
