There is someone here to see you."
Saira Vaughn looked up at the officer who had come to escort her. She smiled faintly. It had to be Spencer. That poor grandchild of Sir Collins—he must have come running to her in tears, desperate for help with the mess he'd stumbled into this time.
She wasn't particularly eager to get up and meet him. In fact, she felt no urgency at all. The entire reason she had chosen Maniwa for Melanie was precisely because of its reputation—remote, unruly, and mostly ignored by the authorities. A place where consequences were vague and justice was optional. That was the point.
Now that she had been caught here, she knew better than to expect a quick escape or a fair outcome. The system here was unpredictable, and if it decided to crush you, it rarely needed a reason.
So really, there was no need to rush.
