Briar
“Are you here to help me?” The ski man asked.
I frowned. “I’m not your accomplice!”
He dropped the scraps he was holding.
“You don’t want to do this… we’ve got guards all over the place.”
“Some guards. I avoided them easily.”
The ski man had deep brown eyes. They looked like any average brown eyes, but I wouldn’t forget his voice.
“What do you want?”
He couldn’t make it more obvious he was here to rob us. However, why didn’t he take the Harley and leave? He was still searching.
“Unless you know where your boyfriend hid the artwork, then you can’t help me.”
I swallowed. This was what Ridge was walking about.
Ski man pulled out a knife and strode towards me. I backed up, searching all over the boxes for something to use as a weapon.
“You’re not useless after all. Severin
