3rd Person
“Can I see her photo again?” Linda asked Ethan, feeling more anxious the closer they drew to King Aimon’s palace.
He offered her his phone, where Anita’s photo was plastered across the screen. “Text it to yourself. We have no idea how she’s going to try and smuggle them in, so keep your eyes sharp. They might not be visible at all.”
“Just look for a b***h in leather.” Jane suggested fiercely. She’d memorized every inch of Anita’s photo on their journey, but she had a feeling the woman’s clothing would call more attention than anything else.
“Okay.” Linda nodded, sending off a message so that her own phone binged in notification. “And if I see her?”
“Call us, and don’t let her out of your sight.” Ethan instructed.
“What if she goes past the palace gates, we can’t exactly
