The Finn Davis everyone — Penny included — knew was like a fox: cunning, manipulative, secretive. He would jump ship faster than the blink of an eye, his relationships rooted in mutual benefit, and he would break any relationship or partnership if he saw fit.
He was one of the most dangerous people to be associated with. He couldn't be trusted, yet people would still hold hands with him, just like they would hold hands with the devil.
That was the Finn Davis, Penny knew.
Who would have thought that a day would come when she would witness this side of him?
"Are you calm now?" she asked after a while, watching him drink the tea she made for him.
Finn huffed and nodded. "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you with such a dilemma."
