Samantha
The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. My heart threatened to pound out of my chest as I watched in agony, waiting for s**t to hit the fan. The second Jack’s message came through, revealing what we all know, or at least suspected to be a lie, Xander and I would be done for.
I pulled Xander to the side, ignoring the suspicious looks from Harold and Richard.
“You need to leave. Right now.” I whispered, my voice coming out sharp and shrill, the fear of the mess I’d created getting to me.
“No.” Xander said, so calmly I almost thought I didn't hear him.
“What? Did you even hear what I said?” I asked, my eyes wide, baffled at his infuriatingly calm demeanour.
“I did hear you, Samantha. And I’m sure you heard me too. I’m not leaving. Not without y
