I was ready to wring her pretty little bruised neck. She had the audacity to stab two of us and then act as if she were doing us a favor by getting taken by us.
She relaxed, but only a fraction. "I'm sorry I did what I did. Well, not really sorry." I grunted, not amused. "Anyway, I had to get your attention somehow. And I had to make it look good so Arthur wouldn't suspect me."
"So you planned for us to kidnap you so as to escape suspicion from your father?" It sounded like a load of sh*t.
"Well it was a half-baked plan, admittedly. But in the end it worked, didn't it? Here we are, having a nice little chat." She flicked the switchblade closed but her eyes kept darting to Bradley, waiting for him to lunge for her again.
Honestly I was surprised by how much he was controlling himself, all things considered.