Aradia Smith.
"I'm going to ask you one last time, Adam." I approach him and show him the edge of the knife blade. "Where is it?"
He sighs and looks me straight in the eye.
"I don't know," he breathes heavily, "and even if I knew I would never tell you."
"Wrong answer."
With a swift movement I punched him on the cheek. His face rushes to the left with force and slowly he reunites his angry gaze with mine. And although I hate to say it, what comes next I did not expect: he spits on my dress the blood that was trapped in his dirty mouth.
"Oh, buddy," I say through clenched teeth and gripping his blond hair, "that wasn't very smart. It is also a very expensive dress."
The damn angel in front of me is Alex's brother. I don't even know how we managed to catch it so easily. When we had hi
