When Aziza opened her eyes, she was alone in Russel’s room. She groaned and stretched, letting out a yawn as she stretched along with it. Then she rubbed her hands over her eyes and looked around. She was truly the only one in that room. She had not realised how tired or drained she was the previous night till she laid on that bed. With another sigh, she got up and made her way to her room to freshen up. Her stomach grumbled in excitement the moment she arrived in her room. But she ignored it, deciding that taking off what she was putting on was the most important at that moment.
Aziza had just freshened up and changed into a similar pattern of clothing. Then she had her guns, daggers and weapons positioned and belted around her body. Her stomach grumbled again and this time, she knew she
