“Oh yeah, I remember that, but I don’t know what actually happened.”
Shepherd’s eyes light up with humor and my face burns with embarrassment, but I tell him the whole story. Trust only works if it goes both ways.
“It started with a bet. Midnight was so full of himself at how good a pickpocket he was and how I sucked at it, so we made a bet. Whoever stole Control’s pocket-watch first would win.”
I cringe at our stupidity. And it wasn’t this Control either, it was the previous one, whom I didn’t know well. I was so reckless. He could have had me executed. I’m lucky he believed I was not spying.
“Actually, I was aware I was a mediocre pickpocket at best, so I went in a different direction. I knew Control… this is confusing I’ll call him something else. What was his name before?”
“Steel,
