Then, a woman's low chuckle came from the other end of the line. "You must be Miss Quinn, right?"
Seraphina Quinn swallowed. "I am."
The woman let out a faint "oh," then said pointedly:
"Miss Quinn, who I am isn't important. What matters is that your successful escape from the Winslow Family was thanks to a favor... from me."
Seraphina Quinn's breath hitched. "Thanks to a favor from you?"
The woman's voice was light and cheerful. "That's right. Otherwise, why would Sommers himself get involved in your business? Did you really think it was Elias Sommers who persuaded him?"
For some reason, Seraphina Quinn had the distinct feeling she'd just swallowed a fly—
It was nauseating and utterly frustrating.
She said nothing.
But the woman on the other end of the line was still talking:
