Being a grifter came naturally to you. Being swindled out of your biggest score yet? Not so much.

The plan had been perfect: you and Aemond meticulously pulled off a high-stakes con, pocketing a fortune from your mark. The deal was simple—lay low, then meet back up and split the money. But when the dust settled, Aemond was gone. No warning, no explanation. Just vanished, along with every last cent.

Aemond lied, stole, and cheated you out of a fortune… but he did one other thing.

"I missed you," he insists—smooth, calculated, just enough to keep you from slamming the door in his face.

After all these months, he’s standing in front of you. Same sharp suit, same unreadable violet-blue eyes. He’s not here to apologize. He’s here for something. The only question is: what’s his game this time?