Cursed objects nowadays seemed almost commonplace. Seemed everywhere you went someone had a demonic instrument or possessed doll. Blessed items, though? They were still rare, so far as she could tell. Which, she supposed, explained why someone had swiftly confiscated her brooch at the first opportunity. Or else maybe they hadn’t known what she was at all, and she was just taken because her mundane parts were worth quite a lot. You didn’t need any magical knowledge to see the worth in a hunk of gold and precious stones after all. Either way, Antonia wasn’t best pleased with whoever had snatched up her ‘pet’, and fully intended to reclaim her. Somehow. Preferably without getting caught.
The tiny woman, dressed head to toe in dark colors that weren’t black, and a scarf over her head and face, moved through the building quickly, quietly as possible. That part at least was simple. Breaking and entering wasn’t a novel crime for her.
Reaching her destination only to discover that she had company, though? Now that complicated things a little.
She froze in the doorway, staring at him for a long moment, and wondered if she should have moved for her gun.