"Exactly," the rogue leader said. "I don't get it. What's so special about you, little feisty cat?"
Normally, Violet would have spat in his face just to provoke him. But someone out there had paid handsomely for her capture, and she needed to find out who. So, she dialed back the fire, and let her body go still, looking up at him with trembling lashes and tear-glossed eyes.
"I don't understand," she whispered. "Why would anyone want me? I've never done anything to deserve this."
He laughed, a throaty, mocking sound. "Oh no, princess. He doesn't want you dead."
Her heart dropped. "He?" she echoed, glancing at Griffin, who stared back at her with the same confusion she felt.
Seeing their confusion, the rogue puffed up with pride, delighted to know something they didn't.
