““When she emerged a while later, as fresh as she could get using only the washbasin and her hands, she understood one thing with perfect clarity. There was no way—no way in any realm of Hell—that she was going to bring those slaves to Rifthold. Rolfe could keep them for all she cared, but she wouldn’t be the one to transport them to the capital city. That meant she had two days to figure out how to ruin Arobynn and Rolfe’s deal. And find a way to come out of it alive.””
