NALEDI’S POV
The cards were served and the game began.
“Tell me, Amara,” Luka whispered into my ears.
Did I mention he made me sit by his side? Pressed closely beside him.
“Where are you from and how long are you in town?” His tone reeked of smoke.
I hated it. But took it like a champ, wearing a beautiful smile and sucking up to him. “I’m not supposed to tell.” I batted my eyes. “I was not supposed to tell my real identity.”
That caught the attention of the four men on the table. How did I know? I can’t really tell, just call it a sixth sense. A sniper’s instinct.
“And why is that?” He asked, passing a card to Caellum.
I made a show of looking around. “I can’t...”
“I’m intrigued.” He persisted and that’s when I saw it. His fangs. His eyes dilated and he compellingly said to
