When I felt the cold metal of her weapon press against my forehead, I had to conceal the grin that had spread upon my lips. I knew that familiar chill, that was something distinctly hers. I knew she felt nothing but rage for me, stealing her heist like this, but how else could I visit her? Go to her stables? No, that wouldn't be enough for her.

I know her. She doesn't do small, if any of her heists are evidence. Walking up to her and telling her I wanted to feel her fingernails dig into my back in the dead of night wasn't exactly normal. So, I waited for her to hunt me, and so far, it's paid off pretty well. After a few moments of us standing there in silence, her weapon sending chills throughout my body as she shifted to press it against me the slightest bit harder. I smirked down at her, drinking in the sight of her darkened eyes staring up at me.

"We always seem to meet in such strange circumstances, huh, sweetheart?" I asked, my lips holding my smug expression