Chapter 8Drumming at the steering wheel, Gael tried to prepare himself. He hadn’t spoken to Adriel in a long time and had no idea what her reaction to him showing up at her hideaway would be.
“What did she mean by ‘thief’?”
Gael jumped at Archie’s raspy voice. He had hardly said a word since they’d left Bisupt Grove over two hours ago. “Erm…what?”
“Sybil, what did she mean?” Archie narrowed his eyes, his short dark hair ruffled.
Oh s**t. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He focused on the road, but when Archie didn’t say anything for several seconds, he had to glance at him.
The blank face made him want to scream.
“What do you do for a living, Gael?”
He sighed. “I…eh…acquire things for people who hire me.”
“You’re a thief.”
It wasn’t a question, so Gael didn’t respond.
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