All she could do was absorb the Chiseled Cheater’s face and try to assemble the pieces of a story she didn’t understand. Perhaps if she’d had a chance at actual escape, she would have tried. Perhaps if she’d seen a way to wrestle Vaness from Zander’s grasp and that cursed collar, Safi would have tried that too. But that wasn’t the terrain before her, and she had too many questions churning to life like a stirred-up wasps’ nest.
Bitch, seriously??
