Alora’s POV
"Hand it over," Bianca said.
I tightened my fist around the USB flash drive. What could be in here, and how could I get this to Dante?
"Don't even think about it," she said, as if reading my thoughts. "Hand it over. Now."
I turned around to face her. "Or what, Bianca? What if I don't? I could just scream Dante's name right now. And what would happen?" I said confidently, though my insides were shivering with fear, my nerves on edge at the thought that any moment she could pull the trigger, and I’d be done for.
"Wow, I see you've grown confident, huh? You don't want to hand it over? Fine, I'll just shoot you, and Dante will come in here. Guess what I'll tell him?" She fiddled with her hair as a smirk stretched across her face. "I'll tell him you came into my room to steal f
