CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
A Peculiar AgendaAnnalise refused to answer any more of Hana’s questions. She offered veiled promises of a discussion later, but Hana mistrusted her. She reminded Hana of Mrs Che with her darting gimlet eyes and the wariness of her wiry frame. Hana forced herself to believe in Logan’s solid judgement. He’d sent her to safety, yet she felt more vulnerable than she did when her assailant knocked her unconscious.
Accepting a bowl of fruit, she watched the children eat. They sampled the mango and pineapple, laughing at Mac’s face screwing up with every bite of the fruit. He grinned and returned his fingers to the bowl for more. Hana stared at the delicious slice of melon, unable to make her fingers pick it up. “What about my heart medication?” she asked. “I need it.”
Ann
