“You’ll have to try to steal it from me if you want it. Because there’s no way I’m giving you this letter.” He chuckles soft and low—like I’m adorable for even considering going against him. “I’m not trying to steal anything. I am succeeding in stealing it. Your first mistake was ever letting me get this close.” “Oh? Then how is the letter still in my hand?” “It’s not. You dropped it a minute ago.”
