For a moment, Tristan had his jaw dropped while gaping at the girl, genuinely thinking the laxatives or stress had damaged her reasoning.
But then he looked harder, noticing the sincerity in her eyes and the thin thread of hope gleaming through.
Jesus Christ.
She was serious.
His eyes widened, not knowing whether to laugh bitterly or feel angry on her behalf.
That explained why she had been forcing herself to keep up a strong front the entire time Malviero had stuffed her with the cocaine.
Did she really believe that monster was going to let her go, especially now that she had proven to be of great use to him?
He leaned back slowly against the couch, dragging a tired hand across his face like he was trying to take in this information.
"I know it sounds ridiculous," Palsy suddenly added upon seeing his disappointed look as she hugged the blanket tighter around herself, causing him to look back at her. "But he promised."
