"I don't know your name, but I know the work of a man who lacks integrity,” Vane continues, his gaze shifting briefly to Knox before returning to me. “Knox McVale is a bully. A street dog who abuses women because he's too small to face men. Please rest assured, I've got no intention of harming you."
I force my mind to snap out of its shock, and I clear my throat, praying that my voice doesn’t come out as a squeak:
"I'm Zara, Mr. Vane. Zara Callahan."
Vane pauses, his eyes sharpening with immediate, analytical recognition. “Zara Callahan. Of course. Cobra's daughter. Mayhem's sister." A faint, respectful tilt of his head follows the realization. "A prominent bloodline in this city. You carry yourself with the poise I'd expect."
"I appreciate the courtesy," I say with a bit more confide
