Imogen turned a cold dismissive gaze to the youngest girl. "Shut up, Leah. You don't know how the world works. The worst that happens to us is that we go back to the shacks with a bit of cash in our pockets. But Waverly? She'll be prosecuted for murder. And then she'll be prosecuted for treasonous deceit against the Pack. She'll be lucky if they just hang her."
I looked at Imogen, and for the first time, I truly understood the depth of her depravity. She didn't care about the risk. She was so consumed by greed that she was willing to gamble my life for a better hand.
"You wouldn't dare," I whispered.
"Try us," Alex said, tossing the phone back and forth. "We've got nothing to lose but a few silk rugs. You've got a crown."
