Aliyah’s p.o.v
With a firm grip on her wrist, I dragged her a few steps away from the scene and released her hand abruptly. “Is this it? Is this the plan,”
She smirked, pleased with herself. “Yes, do you like it,”
I sucked in a breath, trying to calm the raging storm in my head. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you so invested in this…this mission so bad?” I threw my hand in the air. “For f***s sake this is extreme.”
She chuckled, a dry bitter one, every trace of friendliness, vanished from her face replaced by something bitter. “Why?” It was her turn to ask.
“Why what?” I countered.
“Why are you not so hellbent on finding the murderer of your so called fiancé and granting him justice?you seem to be chasing something else.” She sneered and I recoiled.
Her words hit like a slap, slicin
