If Quana truly cared, why would she have left the screening room in the first place?
A razor-sharp smirk curled at Jackie's lips. "Sandra, are you really this naive, or are you just playing dumb?"
Normally, he wouldn't waste his breath. Even if Quana had made a fool of her, it was Sandra's own mess to deal with. But the sight of her tear-streaked face moments ago had stirred something in him—enough to offer this warning.
"What's your point?!" Sandra whirled toward him, eyes swollen from crying yet burning with defiance. Her voice came out raw, still hoarse from sobbing.
Jackie's face might as well have been carved from ice. His dark eyes narrowed to slits. "Has it never occurred to you that those men were sent by Quana?"
"Quana... sending people after me?" For a heartbeat, Sandra just
