The Price Of Trust
A slow smirk curved her lips, and for the first time, I actually saw her for what she was.
Calculating. Dangerous. Brilliant.
"I must confess," I muttered, shaking my head. "You’re a goddamn genius."
"I know, right?" Cynthia shrugged, clearly unbothered.
And with that, I realized—if I wanted to get out of this mess alive, I’d have to keep up with Cynthia.
Or get left behind.