Me and Mateo talked for a while, then Sam came. He was looking worried and scared at the same time. But we had no choice at the moment. We can’t just attack the impostor, Sam.
Demotrix might be keeping tabs on us. Watching the impostor, Sam. If we attack him, she will definitely know we took the real Sam and that will be bad all together.
We needed to keep a low profile at the moment. But again, the more we waited, the less time dear Amara had.
We had to rescue her from that bastard. She needed to know her husband was back, and he craved her touch.
Me and Mateo looked at each other, then looked at Sam again as he sat down with a tired sigh.
“Samanta, anything you want to say?” I asked in the lowest voice possible.
“I’m worried about Amara. She is with an impostor. We need to get her
