I tore into my wardrobe choices, muttering about Rohan needing to get his head out of his ass. If I had been the one costing us precious time in learning something potentially valuable about Samson? Drio would have speed-dialed Mandelbutt to have me exterminated.

I looked at the mismatched red and black shoes that I'd paired with a blue dress. And pulling my own head out in three, two...

Samson hadn't specified the dress code for tonight, but I needed to be the subject of ...