It was well past midnight when Juniper sat atop an old, rickety crate just outside the locked warehouse to wait for her partner in crime to show up. She was sitting in plain sight, yet she was utterly invisible to the eye, glamoured to be invisible to the senses--sight, smell, sound, though not touch. She was sure if someone licked her, they'd taste her, too, but no one had ever done that.
That would just be weird.
It was an easy job, or should be. Some snooty noble had been hoarding extra gold like a dragon, gold that was owed to the Soot Wolves--quite literally; he was behind on his payments and had been claiming debt. It was bullshit, of course; he couldn't magic away his paper trail, and it hadn't been long before the Wolves had located the things he'd squirreled away right here, in this warehouse.
The only problem was it was heavily warded by traps and, supposedly, glamours. Which was why she was here, and why Ruby would soon be here, too. There was no better duo for taking care of that--while leaving no trace behind.
Juniper glanced up at the stars above, the sky clear and bright. Ruby wasn't late; Juniper was quite early. But she was definitely itching to begin.
