The words struck hard. I mean, who likes being reminded of falling from grace? Yet the man before me did it with a smile on his face.
"Careful," I warn, my voice dropping to something dangerous. "I might be in here, but I'm still capable of making your life very difficult." I reminded him.
Just because I was locked in here didn't mean I'd allow others to disrespect me. No, they don't get to do that to me.
"You can make trouble but not to me. Don't sweat it.” He says it so casually like he is used to.
He then tilts his head, studying me like I'm a specimen under glass.
“ I am looking for someone for a particular mission.
Someone who knows Penelope intimately and someone who has reason to want her destroyed." He declares.
My pulse quickens despite myself. "Go on."
"I have a job for y
