Stolen Hearts.

ime echoed through the Metropolitan Museum of Art. With a

lay. Holding it up to the light, a voice murmured, "Hmm... an authentic Mississippian

$30 million?" A skeptical v

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the artifact t

t it, raising an eyebrow a

serene smile, bright eyes sparkling with mischief and intelligence. She exuded an aura of effortless cool, elegant yet c

de said, tucking the artifact into her jacket. "To

arling. Meeting us makes it worthless. It's only valuab

ile. As master thieves,

celess treasures, shrugging. "Lucky for them we

could probably buy Delaware. Hence the state-of-the-art security system and ubiquitous camer