Chapter 22
Archie chuckled. “Is that why they don’t like you?”
“Who?” Gael did not want to talk about this. “It’s not much longer now.”
“Subtle.”
“Yeah, okay, you might call me a thief, but I don’t go around robbing people. I most often retrieve things that have ended up in the wrong hands. I would never take anything from common people, and I never take things for myself…almost never.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the black signet ring on his right ring finger. He’d taken it from a rum-runner back in 1929, and he’d given it to Ira as a present. It had been before they were lovers and Ira had been fond of the ring but hadn’t had a clue where it came from. It wasn’t until much later he figured it out, and when they’d gone from friends to lovers to enemies, Gael had stolen it back. By then Ira had had it for close to a century.
“And your coven disapproved?”