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The next person stepped onto the stage and started their set with a wail. Literally just opening their mouth andwailinginto the microphone.
I gave the flask a pointed look. “Depends. Is that Adamanthea or human alcohol?”
The latter did nothing for supes. Adamanthea, however…
Jeremiah snorted, unscrewing the flask and holding it out. “What do you take me for? Of course it’s the good stuff.”
I grinned as I took it from his hand. “In that case, fuck yes. But you’re taking the blame for any trouble we get into this evening.”
His smirk made my stomach flip. “Sounds fair. You’re an arch, how bad can the trouble get?”
I sipped the Adamanthea. He was right. I was an arch.
But that didn’t mean I was very good at behaving.
Chapter 10
Jeremiah
Okay, I could see how I might be blamed for what we were doing right now. But honestly? None of this had been my idea.
It was all Noah.
Yes, I’d readily agreed to it, but that had been the Adamanthea talking.
Well, that and the fact that I was fairly sure I’d agree to anything this angel asked of me. Especially when he fluttered his eyelashes the way he did. It had me adding several more items to my list.
Noah likes to have fun.
Noah is mischievous.
Noah isn’t easy to say no to.
Noah has me wrapped around his little finger.
“Careful,” Noah hissed as the statue listed dangerously to one side. “If we break it before we get it out of here, it’ll defeat the point. Can’t return it to its home if it’s in pieces.”
That’s right, Noah and I were robbing the British Museum. Specifically, we were stealing the ParthenonMarbles. But was it really stealing when they’d been obtained illegally in the first place?
We weren’t returning all of them, sadly. There were too many for us to carry. After a furiously whispered conversation, we’d decided on the caryatid. One of six statues of female figures, the other five were all at home in Athens. It felt right to return her to her sisters. We just had to make sure we could get it through the doors okay. We’d unlocked them earlier, and Noah had disabled all the alarms while I’d compelled the guards on duty.
We’d polished off the hip flask during the rest of the poetry set. With the compulsion net in place, we’d given up the pretence of listening and instead swapped stories of other times we’d indulged in Adamanthea. The giggling had returned as we both got a little tipsy. Not drunk though—there wasn’t enough there for that.
Apparently though, therehadbeen enough for Noah to remember our conversation about liberating the Parthenon Marbles.
And enough for me to enthusiastically agree.
“I got it,” I grunted, shifting my weight slightly. The Adamanthea was leaving my system now, along with the reasons why this was a good idea.
Noah grinned at me, the moonlight streaming through the skylights illuminating his smile. “This is so much fun!”
Ah. That right there was why I was doing this. It was making Noah happy. I was quickly discovering that making Noah happy did warm, squishy things to my insides. Addictive things.
I couldn’t get enough.
“Shit,” Noah froze suddenly. “We forgot about the cameras.”
Balls. “Can someone take care of them for us?”
