“My makeup bag is in here, Sage!” Poppy shouted from the shower.
I snapped my head to the bathroom door, which was ajar, and slowly stood to my feet. Poppy—Elia or whoever the hell she was—had … betrayed me. She was part of the FBI, only friends with me for information.
What if she had planned for me to be kidnapped? Maybe Laila too. What if she had paid those dirty men to waterboard me and Laila in front of each other so we would break? She had f*****g lied to me, tried to get us to turn on each other, had attempted to break us apart.
And she had. She f*****g had!
Once I took the gun from her suitcase, I grasped it in my hand, like Laila had when she murdered her best friend. She had done it for her family, for me, and I would do this for mine. I … I had to. I couldn’t give her any ti
