The woman gave a laugh. “It’s refreshing to meet someone who doesn’t know me.” She leaned forward, her voice tapering down into a whisper, as if they were exchanging secrets. “Someone who doesn’t know how afraid they should be when they wake up in this cellar.”
Finn glowered at her, a mask to hide the pounding of her heart. “I only know people who are worth knowing. Sorry you didn’t make the maldito cut.”