Ivy hesitated one second—then ran. Because that was their rule. Never get caught together. One always escapes. ivy wolfe janice griffith
They ran. Through the ballroom, past frozen guests whose masks now seemed less like fashion and more like terror. Janice grabbed Ivy’s wrist, and together they slid down a laundry chute into the service tunnels. Ivy hesitated one second—then ran
Ivy Wolfe and Janice Griffith had been partners in crime for exactly three heists, two getaways, and one very unfortunate incident involving a startled cat and a laser grid. They were the best kind of thieves: the ones who stole from people who deserved it. One always escapes
“If it’s cursed, it follows the holder.” Janice slipped the chain over her own head. The shadows above them paused. Turned. Slithered toward her instead.
