Devon's POV
"Tell me you didn't actually make a deal with her," I asked Samika as soon as she walked into the room.
She smiles at me and pushes me to the wall before standing on her tiptoes and kissing me. I kissed her back for a minute before pulling away and looking at her.
I know this trick of hers. Diversion is preferable when she doesn't have a solid answer. Even if she does, she just doesn't want to tell me.
"Just tell me that you don't trust her," I whisper, my hand on her cheek, my thumb rubbing her cheekbone. She leaned more into my touch and nodded as an answer.
"I don't trust her. Not after what she did to you and your family years ago. And not after what she did to her own son. She can slit her throat and lay bare before me and I would still not trust her," Samika says
