[ Bollocks. No name, then. That's probably a good thing in the long run, since it eliminates any of her usual suspects β not that any of this is in the wheelhouse of someone like Whitney Frost, the Council, or even Leviathan. Whitney is famous. Public. So are the members of the Council. Leviathan less so, but this isn't their sort of thing. No other person or organisation is gunning for her like those top three contenders so this is a new threat altogether. The flashiness of this ball is a good cover for dropping off busloads of people like her, but why?
And why are people looking for them? A dead drop shipment of live human cargo? None of the pieces fit. Thank God she's made a concerted effort to disguise being a piece at all, but it won't hold under scrutiny. Especially now that she knows for certain she is precisely what this man is looking for. ]
Me? [ She laughs, nothing in her bearing suggesting she's now looking for a way out. ] Dragged along by a date as dull as dishwater, if you'll recall. But that friend of friend sounds equally off-putting. Why bother?
[ Isn't she so much more interesting? Tell her why she isn't, Mr Tall, Smart, and Handsome. ]
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And why are people looking for them? A dead drop shipment of live human cargo? None of the pieces fit. Thank God she's made a concerted effort to disguise being a piece at all, but it won't hold under scrutiny. Especially now that she knows for certain she is precisely what this man is looking for. ]
Me? [ She laughs, nothing in her bearing suggesting she's now looking for a way out. ] Dragged along by a date as dull as dishwater, if you'll recall. But that friend of friend sounds equally off-putting. Why bother?
[ Isn't she so much more interesting? Tell her why she isn't, Mr Tall, Smart, and Handsome. ]