(Elara)
I watched Jaxon’s video over and over again. It still didn't make sense to me. The smile on his face, the money in his hands, the confidence with which he walked away from the club whereas I was in there, hiding behind a table or having a gun pointed at my face.
I sat on the chair and played the video one more time but nothing changed. It was still the same as Damon had shown me. But still, I couldn't being myself to believe it. There has to be a perfectly good explanation for what I was seeing on the screen.
“I don't understand this video,” I said to Damon in a shaky voice. “What does it have to do with me?,”
Damon sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. For a moment, I could see pity in his eyes but he quickly masked it with a blank look.
“Come on Elara, you are smarter than
