KEILAH
"Wait, I don't understand," I said slowly, my voice tinged with suspicion. "Why now? Why the sudden apology when we both know we don't like each other? What are you planning—”
Before I could continue, she took my hand, her grip surprisingly gentle. "That's why I want to make amends. Let's start off by officially introducing you to the other members," she said, her voice carrying a mix of determination and hope.
"Wait, what?" I protested, but she was already leading me out of the room.
As she guided me down the hallway, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. This was so unlike her, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive. But her sincerity seemed genuine, and I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt—for now.
We reached the dining room, which i didn
