unrepentantAuthor
A cat that writes stories.
"How do we know you'd keep your word if we let you go?"
"More nervous than he's letting on."
Brisa allowed herself a miniscule smirk, her jaw tense even as she did. It was too early—and their ignorance was too severe—to be confident about anything, but at least Giovanni was on the back foot. And Starr was telegraphing that she was the one in that position, even with Brisa and Dave present.
She waited for Giovanni to reply with some "You don't, but you have to," bullshit, and promised herself she wouldn't sneer at it.
Watch yerself. You've got the most dangerous person you've ever heard of in a jailhouse. Pay heed to what you are.