Sam’s POV
She was sitting in a chair, watching me, her eyes scanning me like a predator.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice cold.
I didn’t answer immediately. She wasn’t someone I wanted to mess with.
She stood and took a step toward me, her presence overwhelming. “What do you want?” she asked again, her eyes narrowing. “Why are you following Sam everywhere? What’s your game?”
I swallowed, my throat dry. “I…I’m not following him. I just…”
“Don’t lie to me,” Mata interrupted, her voice cutting through the air. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
I glanced around the room, trying to find a way out, but I was trapped. There was no way to run.
“Why are you after him?” Mata asked, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Who are you really? What’s your name?”
I hesitated for a moment before answe
