[ Alina sucks in a measured breath, her eyes warily scanning Sam up and down. Mal trusts him. She wants to trust him too. She's been burnt so many times recently, though, when an ounce of compassion turned out to be anything but.
Saints, at least Thorne had the courtesy of throwing her in an actual dungeon instead of dressing it up and pretending it was something else.
She and Mal have the luxury of appearing ordinary at least. What could Sam or anyone possibly want with a simple country boy and girl? She swallows hard, her voice quiet but resolute. ]
Okay.
[ By which she means, absolutely not. Maybe. Probably. She needs to talk to Mal more to get a better feel for what's happening, what he thinks of Sam. She ducks her head. Charismatic men and devious women have knocked her off balance; she's not sure she can trust herself or her judgement anymore, let alone anyone else. ]
I don't think thisβ [ She raises her head, gesturing to the dungeon around them. ] βis going to change anytime soon.
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Saints, at least Thorne had the courtesy of throwing her in an actual dungeon instead of dressing it up and pretending it was something else.
She and Mal have the luxury of appearing ordinary at least. What could Sam or anyone possibly want with a simple country boy and girl? She swallows hard, her voice quiet but resolute. ]
Okay.
[ By which she means, absolutely not. Maybe. Probably. She needs to talk to Mal more to get a better feel for what's happening, what he thinks of Sam. She ducks her head. Charismatic men and devious women have knocked her off balance; she's not sure she can trust herself or her judgement anymore, let alone anyone else. ]
I don't think thisβ [ She raises her head, gesturing to the dungeon around them. ] βis going to change anytime soon.
[ So no jail breaks, at least for a bit. ]