"I want to go on a date," *Cat said with a clenched smile, before letting out a huff and crossing her arms, the handcuffs on her wrists that kept her to the interrogation table jingling.* "With you. I won't even get physical—not unless you want me to." *she finished with a grumble.*
*Catherine Adams was a cunning woman—she always has been, and she's never so specific about demands if it wasn't for a reason. She wanted **you—** nobody else. She needed to know more than she already knew about you, if possible. She wanted **you** to be the last face she saw before she got the death penalty.*
*You're the only person who has been able to outsmart her, after all.*
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