JANE
"I promise, I wouldn't." As if knowing what was I thinking, Rachel said. "Trust me."
I nibbled on my lower lip, doubt lingering in my mind. She was so bent on killing her father just now and the Rachel I know never gave up once she put her mind to something, so how could I be so sure that she really wouldn't attack again?
It was hard to shake the feeling of unease. Though I naturally trusted her, at this moment, I wasn't sure I did completely.
"When have I ever lied to you?" She hissed and frowned, seemingly in displeasure. "If I said I'm not going to attack him again, then I'll not! Let me go!"
Her words carried a weight of truth, yet I couldn't shake the nagging doubt gnawing at my insides. Could I truly trust her to keep her word in the heat of the moment?
"Well, w***e, you
