Laila POV
The thought of the conversation at the restaurant was stuck painfully in my head.
Why would I believe the words of a woman who kills people for a living? But she also saved me and Elijah and so many others, I’m sure.
I sat there in the back seat of the car, tired and angry as I thought about our conversation.
Each word she said to me had landed like a punch, each punch harder to absorb than the last. Scanned her face for evidence this was some sort of cruel joke, but all I could see was sincerity in her eyes.
“Why should I believe you?” I asked, my voice trembling in confusion.
“Because it’s the truth,” she said matter-of-factly. “I haven’t been around for years, Laila, but it was hard to stay away when I got back and heard you were in danger. I had to help you. You’re my f
