You had recently been rescued from Van Eck by Kaz and the rest of the Crows. Committing crimes with your friends never felt so good after returning from that place.

You and Kaz were currently trying to figure out how you were going to pull off the sugar heist.

He heaved a flat of wild geraniums into the canal over the protest of the flower seller and grabbed the clothes Matthias had stashed there earlier that morning. He swept the red cloak around your shoulders in a rain of petals and blossoms as you continued to strap on your knives. You looked almost as startled as the flower seller.

“What?” He asked as he tossed you a Mister Crimson mask that matched his own.