It took less than five minutes.
Kieran had moved like a ghost through the crowd.
Vera watched from behind a row of warped totems, holding back her breath, heart pounding against her ribs…her eyes locked on Kieran's back.
The pawn stalls were guarded, of course. But they were the kind of guards who rarely looked up…too confident, too accustomed to fear and submission.
So all Kieran needed to worry about was timing…
He slipped behind the vendor.But then…
"You are going to get caught," Vera mind linked him as two patrols closed in.
"Then distract them," he shot back, clearly losing patience.
She exhaled…dejected…but did not argue. A second later, a crate toppled over near the far end of the stall with a loud crash. The guards snarled, turning towards the noise.
Kieran moved.
He snatched one,and then a second one before ducking back just as one of the guards turned, sniffing the air.
