Alanna's POV
I hope. I hope. I hope. I hope.
I hope that Samika is intelligent enough to not fall into this trap. I could give her the information and tell her that everyone's lives here are in jeopardy but I cannot. Because if he even gets a scent that I did something that's not according to his plan, then life will be at stake. Of me. My son. And so many others.
Samika's skin is entirely covered in hickeys. I turn around to see Devon walking in just in time. His gaze is fixated on me and it screams,"touch her and I'll bury you right here"
I blink my eyes for a second longer, trying to stop a fresh batch of tears ready to roll down my cheek. I cannot and should not give away anything! But I really hope they will see through my bullshit.
"What kind of help do you need, Alanna?" D
