Elemental Thief (eBook)

Rachel Morgan (Autor)

eBook Download: EPUB

2018
310 Seiten
Rachel Morgan (Verlag)
978-0-6399436-2-6 (ISBN)

Infos

She's a thief with forbidden magic. He's the guy she just stole from. Now they'll have to work together.

In a city where magic is outlawed, teenage thief Ridley uses her special powers to steal from the rich and give to those in need-until the night someone follows her home after a heist and ends up murdered outside her apartment.

When her best friend is accused of the crime, Ridley is determined to prove his innocence.

But things get messy when the artifact Ridley stole turns out to contain secrets that could endanger many lives. Forced to team up with wealthy Archer-the guy she stole from-Ridley must hunt down the artifact before it winds up in deadly hands.

Which means following a trail into the hidden parts of the city ...

... and hopefully not winding up dead.

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'OH MY GOSH THIS WAS SO GOOD!' - Caitlin ★★★★★

'A real page-turner, couldn't put it down.' - Lisa K. ★★★★★

'... mesmerizing from the word go!' - Angie T. ★★★★★

'Love, love, LOVE this!!!!' - Lil'n ★★★★★

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THE COMPLETE RIDLEY KAYNE CHRONICLES:

1. Elemental Thief

2. Elemental Power

3. Elemental Heir

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1

CHAPTER ONE

The dark afternoon sky crackled with magic as Ridley Kayne crept across the penthouse apartment she was about to rob. She kept her hood up and her head angled away from the cameras, hiding both her face and her distinctive white-blonde hair. Years had passed since she was last at the top of Aura Tower, but not much had changed. The open-plan space with its high ceilings and gleaming surfaces was still decorated with uncomfortable-looking furniture, exotic art, and the Davenports’ private collection of ancient artifacts. It was that last bit Ridley was most interested in, so she was relieved to see the Davenports hadn’t grown tired of showing off their most priceless possessions.

She tiptoed past glass cases containing centuries-old urns, hand-painted beads, and items fashioned from rusted metal and carved bone. It was a wonder this collection hadn’t been robbed before, especially given that the items were now infinitely more valuable than they’d been before the Cataclysm destroyed most of the world’s history. Then again, Ridley thought as she paused before a porcelain vase to breathe in the unusual scent of fresh flowers, it was probably impossible for anyone who didn’t possess her exact skillset to get in and out of this apartment undetected. No doubt the richest family in Lumina City thought they were untouchable way up here, so high above everyone else.

She exhaled and continued moving, her left shoe creating the faintest squeak against the polished floor. The sounds that usually concealed her movements—the revving of car engines, the buzz of scanner drones—were almost nonexistent at the top of Aura Tower. All Ridley could hear through the floor-to-ceiling windows was the wind and the faint crackle of magic from the storm clouds.

Turning near the grand piano, she kept her head down as her eyes darted from one artifact to the next, searching for one in particular. She eased her way between spotless cream couches, being careful not to touch a thing. Her gaze skimmed across a coffee table, a rug, and up to the paintings on the opposite wall.

And finally, she spotted it. On a pedestal standing against the wall between two paintings stood a sold gold figurine with a ring of tiny green stones around its neck. It was enclosed within a glass box, of course, but that was no problem for Ridley. She headed straight for it, wondering how much time would pass before the Davenports noticed it was—

At the sound of a lock clicking, Ridley froze. Her gaze swung toward the pair of entrance doors. Then, without hesitating a moment longer, she skipped forward and slipped around the corner into the passageway that led to the bedrooms. Her heart thumped uncomfortably as she pictured the doors swinging open. A moment later, they closed. Someone muttered something in a voice too quiet for Ridley to tell whether the owner was male or female. She knew what the muttering was about, though. A shrill beep should have pierced the air the moment the door opened, but Ridley had disabled the apartment’s entire security system as soon as she’d arrived, and so the newcomer was greeted by silence.

The staccato click of heels against the polished floor met Ridley’s ears. So it wasn’t Mr. Davenport who was home, and it wasn’t the Davenports’ son—not that Ridley would ever have suspected Archer Davenport to walk in; he’d left Lumina City more than a year ago and hadn’t been back since. That left—

“Mom, you forgot the alarm again,” a voice groaned.

Delilah Davenport. She wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Ridley was almost certain she had a dance class on Thursday afternoons. “Well I just got home, and it wasn’t on,” Lilah continued, presumably speaking into her commscreen. “And neither is the smart home system, it would seem. Probably needs an update.” Ridley heard a tap and a beep and then—

“Good evening, Delilah,” a soothing feminine voice purred.

“There we go,” Lilah muttered as Ridley smirked. She’d disabled the home automation system along with the security. The last thing she needed when attempting a heist was a robotic voice greeting her and offering her a drink or asking what music she wanted to listen to.

“What can I get for you this—”

“Nothing, thanks,” Lilah snapped in a loud voice. “Yes, I know it isn’t six yet,” she continued in a quieter tone, the clean click of her heels moving toward the other side of the living area. “Irina wasn’t feeling well so she ended the lesson early.”

Ridley tilted her head to the side until she could see Lilah. The girl had one arm wrapped around her waist and her commscreen pressed to her ear as she faced the window. Ridley followed her gaze to the view outside. From way up here, at the top of Lumina City’s tallest building, Ridley could see beyond the city lights and the arxium wall to the wasteland that lay beyond. Flashes of magic illuminated the overgrown remains of buildings and roads. The train tunnel was the only other source of light out there, winding through the darkness like a bright silver snake with its metal casing lit up. She followed the tunnel with her eyes, imagining the walled city at the other end.

“That’s fine,” Lilah said to her mother, snapping Ridley’s attention back to the inside of the apartment. “I’m sure he won’t mind. He saw you and Dad last night.” She paused, and Ridley bit her lip as she considered her next move. “Yes, the two of us can just order something. We’ll be fine, Mom.”

Lilah ended the call, and Ridley pulled her head back before the other girl could turn and see her. Footsteps moved across the room toward the passageway. Ridley pushed away from the wall and ran for the nearest door. She slipped past it and pressed herself against the wall inside the next room—and realized her mistake immediately. She’d assumed this was still a guest bedroom, but the pink and purple items furnishing the space and the clothes draped across almost every surface clearly marked it as Lilah’s. With no time to duck back out, Ridley aimed for the walk-in closet.

She could have used other means to conceal herself, but this was her second job for the day and she was growing tired. Making her way unseen into two apartments and disarming two security systems had taken a lot out of her. And she still had to escape Aura Tower, which would take almost as much effort as breaking in. Exhausting herself before she managed to get out wasn’t a good idea.

Ridley closed the closet doors just as Lilah entered the bedroom, raising her voice to tell the lights to switch on. Ridley forced herself to breathe slowly as she leaned forward and peered between the slats. Lilah tossed her purse and commscreen onto the bed and told the computer sitting on her desk to wake up and find her favorite streaming celebrity news channel. Several moments later, the cheerful voices of two women and a man filled the room as they discussed the fashion that had graced the red carpet at a recent film premiere. Ridley shut her eyes for a moment and pushed aside the familiar pang in her chest at the mention of several well-known designers. Stupid celebrity news. Did Lilah really have to choose now to watch this trash?

Ridley opened her eyes to discover that Lilah wasn’t, in fact, watching her favorite celebrity news channel. She sat on her bed with two laptops open in front of her. As her fingers sped across one keyboard and then the other, Ridley smiled. Seeing the over-the-top wealth of the people she stole from always helped assuage her guilt. Not that she felt all that bad to begin with. People like the Davenports had far more than they could ever need. Ridley was only doing her bit to right the scales by taking from them.

Lilah scooped her glossy brown hair behind one ear, then shut both laptops and stood. She placed one in the bottom drawer of her dresser beneath several layers of clothing, and the other behind a pile of books at the top of a bookshelf. Interesting, Ridley thought, but Lilah was now crossing the room, which meant Ridley had far more urgent matters to pay attention to. If Lilah opened the closet, Ridley would have no choice but to—

But Lilah headed straight past Ridley’s hiding spot and into her en-suite bathroom. Ridley exhaled and raised her hand to the closet door, listening carefully. The shower turned on. Steam drifted lazily into the bedroom. Ridley counted to ten, and when Lilah still hadn’t reappeared, she pushed the closet open, shut the doors silently behind her, and hurried from the room. Moments later, with the gold figurine in her hand and the glass box sitting undisturbed on its pedestal, she left the apartment the same untraceable way she’d entered.

No one called out to her as she made her way across the marble floor of Aura Tower’s foyer two hundred stories below, but she waited until she was out of the building and across the street before allowing herself to relax. She zipped up her jacket, tucked the figurine inside, and breathed more easily. She’d done it.

She turned a corner, believing no one was watching as a gust of wind blew her hood back and tangled the strands of her pale hair. Ten minutes later, in an empty side street behind several overflowing garbage bins, she assumed no one witnessed the quick exchange in which the figurine moved from her hand to someone else’s and a thick...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 14.8.2018
• Reihe/Serie: Ridley Kayne Chronicles
• Reihe/Serie: Ridley Kayne Chronicles
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Freizeit / Hobby ► Sammeln / Sammlerkataloge
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch
• Schlagworte: coming of age fantasy • Contemporary Fantasy • dystopian urban fantasy • elemental magic • fantasy action and adventure • fantasy supernatural mystery • paranormal and urban fantasy
• ISBN-10: 0-6399436-2-4 / 0639943624
• ISBN-13: 978-0-6399436-2-6 / 9780639943626