Blood shoots to my cheeks, and I snatch it out of his hand. “Not yet. I was going to do it later.”

“Mm-hmm…” He grins.

“Don’t look so smug.” I turn my back on him, willing my blush to fade.

“Why not? I just proved a point.”

“Oh yeah? And what exactly is it?” I whip around. “And whatever it is, believe me, it’s not the winning point.”

“Bets, it’s not a competition. I just proved you need me is all.”

“Need you? I need you.”

His eyes sparkle. “Yes.”

“You’re right. I do need you. I need you to realize you’re not God’s gift to thieves.”

“I love it when you’re angry.”

“I love it when you’re silent.”

He laughs.

Behind me, the apartment door flies open. Kyran and Rayelle burst into the room, giggling.

“What’s up with you two?” I ask, staring in shock at Kyran’s grin. It changes his entire face—makes him almost approachable.

“This,” Kyran says, and before I can blink, he tosses something tiny and gold at me.

Catching it, I examine the Byzantine-era ring that is eerily similar to Nicki’s. The only difference is the blue stone is set with a round rim instead of prongs. “You stole this?”

“Yep. Heist complete,” Kyran says.

Garrett peers over my shoulder. “Does it fit in the key fob case?”

Opening the case, I slip the ring inside. “Yep.”

He takes the case from me, removing the Italian ring. “Faye can use this for size and weight when she replicates Nicki’s ring. All the more reason to get the mold quickly. Is anybody looking for it?”

“Not yet,” Kyran says. “It’s somewhat-legally missing for forty-eight hours.”

“How did you pull that off?” Garrett asks.

“Tell us everything,” I say.

We move to the living room, and Garrett and I settle onto the couch, giving them the stage.

“We knew we needed to sneak into the basement archives to get the ring, so we timed the heist while there was a student art exhibit going on. Sophia disguised Rayelle so she looked thirteen, and we had her show up with an art project full of contraband items,” Kyran says, spouting more words than I’ve ever heard from him.

“Balloons, birdseed, confetti, and glitter are forbidden inside the museum, so my project contained all of them.” Rayelle exhales. “I didn’t mess up. I’ve always been the outcast in my family, but I might actually be meant to do this!” She’s practically glowing.