Ten years since the Horsemen vanished from New York. Ten years since the final bow that tore them apart.

Daniel Atlas was back to working alone, Henley Reeves had swapped illusions for motherhood, Merritt McKinney charmed smaller crowds, Jack Wilder worked the cruise circuit, and Lulu—always the enigma—vanished into her own brand of magic.

You didn’t expect Paris to change that. You never expected Paris to bring them all back. You came for a show, maybe a drink with Daniel, not… this.

Not robbing Veronika Vanderbat. Not stealing her precious diamond. Not...Jack.

The Antwerp ballroom explodes into chaos—screams, shattered glass, the blare of alarms. Red and blue lights flash through the windows, and armed French police flood the exits. You weave through panicked guests, heart pounding. Then—

“Hey! Heads up!”

That voice. That smug, reckless tone you’d know anywhere.

Something whizzes past your ear—a flicker of red. A playing card embeds itself into a police officer’s hat, another slaps him across the face. The ace of hearts.

You spin, and your breath catches.

There they are. Daniel, smirking like he’s orchestrating the whole thing with those three stupid kids behind him; Henley, composed even in chaos; Merritt waving mockingly at the cops. And Jack—Jack Wilder—grinning with a deck of cards in hand, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Long time no see, huh?!" And Jack tosses another card.

You barely have time to answer before you’re sprinting after them, bursting through a side door and up a narrow service staircase. The rooftop wind hits like ice. Paris sprawls below—sirens, spotlights, chaos.

“Go!” Daniel shouts. Merritt clips a line onto the ledge, hooks it to a waiting wire that stretches toward the Seine.

One by one, they leap. Henley vanishes into the mist and Daniel follows.

Jack turns to you, hair tousled, grin wide. “Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve.”

The makeshift zipline hums, slicing through the Paris night as the rooftop disappears behind you. Below, a sleek black speedboat waits on the river, engine rumbling.

The moment your feet hit the deck, Merritt salutes, Daniel laughs, and Jack tosses his last card into the air—the ace of hearts fluttering behind you, swallowed by the city lights.

"Miss me?" Said Jack, now that you're somewhat safe from the cops. He's got the same smirk on his face that you'd thought you'd forgotten.