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It was Julian, the Captain of the Guard—and Veronika’s oldest rival. He wasn't holding a sword; he was holding a glass of wine. He had been waiting for her. The story shifted here, from a heist to a high-stakes game of wits. Veronika didn't panic. She leaned against the pedestal, the cursed sapphire hidden in her palm, and offered a devastatingly sharp smile.

"I expected the Fox of Silvergate to be taller," a voice drawled from the doorway. Veronika_HornyThiefTales.mov

The screen went black, leaving only the sound of rushing water and a faint, triumphant laugh. Veronika had vanished again, leaving behind nothing but a legend and a very empty pedestal. It was Julian, the Captain of the Guard—and