Ivy Wolfe Janice Griffith Exclusive (LATEST • 2024)

Tonight’s target was a gala at the Meridian Museum. The prize: a cursed jade pendant said to bring misfortune to anyone who possessed it for more than a week. Their client, a mysteriously calm woman in a turtleneck, had paid half upfront.

“You’re alive,” Ivy breathed.

Ivy hesitated one second—then ran. Because that was their rule. Never get caught together. One always escapes. ivy wolfe janice griffith

The moment her fingers touched the jade, the lights went red. Sirens. But not museum sirens—something deeper, like a building groaning in its sleep. Tonight’s target was a gala at the Meridian Museum

“Barely. Turns out the curse is real, but it’s allergic to my grandmother’s folk charm.” Janice pulled a small iron talisman from her bodice. “Ma insisted I wear it to every fancy party. Always thought it was superstition.” “You’re alive,” Ivy breathed

“We return it to the woman in the turtleneck,” Janice said, standing. “And then we ask for double. Hazard pay.”

“I’ll meet you at the rendezvous. Go.”