Kaz finished with his buttons, pulled on a charcoal waistcoat, and tossed her something. It flashed in the air, and she caught it with one hand. When she opened her fist, she saw a massive ruby tie pin circled by golden laurel leaves. “Fence it,” Kaz said. “Whose is it?” “Ours now.” “Whose was it?” Kaz stayed quiet. He picked up his coat, using a brush to clean the dried mud from it. “Someone who should have thought better before he had me jumped.” “Jumped?” “You heard me.” “Someone got the drop on you?” He looked at her and nodded once. Unease snaked through her and twisted into an anxious,
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