ANDREA
I read the letter, my mind racing with questions and doubts. Why would Mara want to see me? What did she want? I tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a trap, but the words lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mara's intentions were sinister.
As I walked towards the designated meeting spot, my senses were on high alert. I saw Mara standing in the shadows, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.
"What do you want, Mara?" I asked, trying to sound firm but my voice betraying my nervousness.
"I want you to stay away from Wayne," Mara replied, her voice cold and calculated. "He belongs to me, and I won't let anyone take him from me. Not even you."
I felt a surge of anger and defiance. "You can't dictate who Wayne chooses to be with. He's free to m
