Chapter Twenty-Three
“Not only do I dislike it…intensely. It won’t work.”
Wow. Intense dislike? Way to use your words, Martin.
I’d barely outlined the bones of my plan and hadn’t even had an opportunity to dig into the meaty goodness.
Then again, I hadn’t actually formulated that part yet—so technically, there wasn’t one—but he hadn’t even given me a chance. I wasn’t quite sure what there was to dislike, intensely or otherwise, anyway.
My plan was simply to extract the information I needed to track down Shelby and Leah’s current whereabouts from Tamryn and Dina—pitting the two of them against each other to see what fell out. As long as it gave me the desired results, I didn’t care.
“It’s just not a sound plan, Arianna,” he said when I’d gotten to the part where I’d coerced Tamryn int
