Amelia’s POV
When Jake and his family returned that evening, Cara must have told him that Sienna had stopped by to talk to me, because Jake immediately came to talk to me.
“What did she say?” he asked, sitting on the side of my bed. I hadn’t been asleep, hadn’t been able to. He must have seen my light.
I couldn’t tell him the truth, not without putting him in danger. Once I was in safety, and the danger had passed, I would tell him what was happening. But not before. Not now, when his life could be threatened as much as my own.
“She wants to make up,” I said, which wasn’t a total lie. This rescue felt a bit like extending an olive branch in a way. If she succeeded in saving my life and together we saved Jake, then I could see us building a friendship from it. I never would have thought
