Maisie
Silence fell in the car.
Soren let out an amused chuckle of disbelief. "You realize how impossible this sounds? Stealing from the Queen? The vaults are centuries old, built with mechanisms that keep their secrets safe. If the traps don't kill us, the guards will when the alarms give us away. Assuming we can even slip out of the pavilion in the first place without being noticed."
But they were thinking about it, which was better than an outright refusal.
"Knowing the Grahams and their need for flair, an informal engagement will be no less of a spectacle," I pointed out. "Especially if this is specifically meant to humiliate me."
Quinlan's elbow rested lazily against the windowsill, his chin propped on his fist as he cocked a fair brow at me. "You don't seem bothered by that at all. Or by the glaring fact that Mercer is getting engaged. If I didn't know better, I'd say you seem completely... unfazed, compared to last time."
