XANDER
The moment we were alone, the woman dropped to her knees, desperation pouring from her eyes.
“Please… please help me talk to her,” she begged, clutching her hands together. “I don’t want to go to jail. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
I stared down at her, unmoved. So, she is still pretending—still clinging to whatever story they created.
Without a word, I reached out and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up at me.
“What’s your name?” I asked coldly.
Her mouth opened like she was going to speak, but no sound came out. That only made my anger burn hotter.
“You don’t know your name now?” I snapped.
She shook her head, whispering something I couldn’t make out. My hand twitched, rising slightly—just enough to make her flinch. That got her talking.
“My name is Candic
