There is malign incompetence. I'm not overjoyed reading this. There is talking, staring, duress, a puzzle and this is not tolerable anymore. The uncertainty isn't magnified. The heroine recoils and doesn't know what she's up against. There is anguish and misery. This was not affecting. This title is frequently incomprehensible and reason has abandoned the heroine.
Best Lines:
“I over-order.”
“Just a bit.”