I'm sinking in
You know that something's got to
Something's gotta give

She won't look at him.

She's facing the window, sobbing finally stopped. The tear tracks have dried on her face.

And he tries to forget the last time they were in the car. He thinks it's almost funny, how little he has actually driven her around considering it was supposed to be one of his chief responsibilities.

No, the little bird was kept in a much smaller cage than they had originally figured.

There is a small black vehicle three cars behind him; expensive looking, but nondescript. He knows Blount and Trant are in it. It was the only part of his plan that went wrong, really.

And he was pretty fucking surprised that any of it had gone right.

He had given up trying to talk to her forty minutes ago, and they were already an hour into this trip.

But it may be her only chance.

"Sansa." He tries again.

"You were right." Her voice is hoarse, and he's just surprised she's saying anything to him at all. "That I couldn't trust anybody. That everyone is always looking for an angle, a way to use you. You tried to make me see that, so I don't know why I'm so surprised about this from you."

He had shown the letter to Cersei, and like a cat that has just spotted a mouse her eyes lit up.

She nodded to Blount and Trant, "Let's go get the little blood traitor. Clegane, lead the way."

They were outside of Sansa's room in minutes. He knocked on her door before Cersei could order him to smash the door down or something equally dramatic. Sansa was at the door immediately, eyes wide and surprised when she sees the group.

"I don't know if you thought you would get away with this, little dove. But you're sorely mistaken." Cersei threw the letter at Sansa's feet.

But he didn't react, even when the hurt blue eyes found his.

"Fell out of her pocket." He said instead.

"How…" Sansa stammered.

"Take her." Cersei said; and that was his moment.

"We need her." Sandor spoke. He ignored the screaming in his head, because he had to play this right. It had to go their way or else Sandor was going to have to hack his way out of this house, Sansa in tow, with nothing but his .22 and switchblade.

Cersei looked at him, appalled. "We have no need for traitors."

"No matter how much we torture her, she may not give us the right information on her sister. And a Stark on the loose could be dangerous. I can find her, with this traitor." He made himself say the words. "Let me take her, and deliver you both Stark sisters."

"And how," Cersei asked, her eyes thundering and greedy at the prospect of another Stark "Will Sansa be of any assistance?"

"Bait."

Cersei had insisted on sending along Blount and Trant, despite his protests. Assurances, Cersei had said with a cold smile.

"I'm never going to forgive you for this!" Sansa hissed as he shoved her in the car, not seeming to care who is in earshot.

"It's for your own good—"

"I don't care, I don't fucking care! How could you? How could you? How…how could…"

"Sansa this was the only way—"

"She's my sister! I told you because I thought…and now they know about her. They know and they won't stop and…oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. What have I done…"

And now her silence is deafening in his ears.

"I won't forgive you for this, Sandor. I don't care why you did it, you had no right."

"I wasn't going to let you fucking die for me. You had no right. So just bloody be quiet. I'm not turning you sister in. I'm trying to save your fucking life. Besides…I think she's more than capable of taking care of herself."

"And why is that?"

He nods to the letter sitting on the center dash. "The man I hired to kill Joffrey, he's part of a group. The Faceless. Assassins. And judging by the paper there, that symbol in the corner, your sister's one of them."