“You don’t understand. Really.” Robert sounded unimpressed, almost bored, like this happened to him all the time and he was disappointed in Bekkah more than anything.
Galenn’s hips thrust against Shay, little motions, barely restrained motions.
“How could it be back here if…” Bekkah trailed off, her hard footsteps echoing through the art gallery as she circled the returned Heart. “Is this a joke?”
“If it is, it’s supposed to be one on me.” Robert clicked something shut. “Did your lowlives bring it back before you expected?”
“What?”
“I’ve seen this a time or two before, Ms. Tannensky. This was never actually stolen, was it?”
“Of course it was!”
Whatever Bekkah said next, Shay didn’t hear. Galenn’s lips were on the back of Shay’s neck, dancing over the skin, nibbling. The inability to
