Becca Steele

“You know, in Game of Thrones? That could be his code name. I mean, that’s what we can call him.”

“Littlefinger wasn’t called Littlefinger for that reason. All his fingers were intact,” Cassius argued.

Let me see yours,” the man in front of me countered, stepping right in front of me and lowering my hood. “There you are,” he murmured.

“Cass?” I questioned

Creed.” He clasped my hand briefly, then stepped away. “I’ve got news for you.”

Who was