Jasmine's POV
I sat on the big couch, my hand on my round belly. Uncle Tom and Aunt Sarah sat across from me. Mason stood by the window, his face serious.
"Please, Jasmine," Aunt Sarah said. "We need help. Those masked women are hurting our people."
I looked at Mason. His eyes were hard. He didn't trust them. But I remembered how kind Uncle Tom and Aunt Sarah were when I lived with them.
"We should help them," I said to Mason.
Mason frowned. "It could be dangerous," he said. "We don't know if it's a trick."
I understood why Mason was worried. He wanted to keep me and the baby safe. But I also knew we had to help if we could.
"What if you send some warriors to check?" I suggested. "They can see if it's true about the masked women."
Mason thought for a long time. Finally, he nodded
