CHAPTER 56: GRANNY PATRICIA'S DEATH
"You are going to get yourself killed Aria " Ariana said, her voice sharp. It cut through the sound of the rain.
She paced on the floorboards between the hearth and the kitchen table. Her leather jacket creaked with every turn. Her eyes were wide.. Defiance mixed in them.
I did not look up from the wooden table. My fingers rolled a silver cufflink over and over. The edges dug into my palm.
"They already think you are me Ariana " I said. My voice was dead and level. "They are hunting you. They think the executive key is on the docks. We are not running. We are turning the camera back on them."
"By walking into their line of sight?" Ariana scoffed. She. Threw her hands up. "That is a trap. It is a suicide note."
"You think I don't know that?" I shot back. I finally lifted my eyes to hers. "You think I enjoy being hunted?"
"Then stop acting like you're invincible " Ariana snapped. "Every plan you make sounds like a disaster report."
