“You and I are very much alike, Kane.” Andisel ignored Kane’s reaction and turned to the food cart. She began removing the covers off the platters, letting the smell of the warm food fill the room. “We’re women who know what we want and take it.”
Kane’s mouth began to water. She swallowed and tried to ignore the smell. They were all expensive and while Kane had enjoyed them in the past, she had not had anything comparable to them within the last year. Even Damian didn’t stock such rare ingredients.
“The only difference is that you have a bad habit of getting caught.” Andisel smiled to herself, keeping her back to Kane. She had no fear of the thief. Kane’s methods were always escape over confrontation. She was not much of a fighter, but she could run if given the chance and she would figure a way out eventually.
