Alissia POV
When I walk through the door, Jenni’s waiting for me, arms crossed and eyes full of curiosity.
“You’re alive,” she teases with a slight laugh, her eyebrows raising.
I groan, tired of the same reaction every time I return from one of these insane meetings. “Yes, and I’ve got all fingers and toes still attached,” I reply, wiggling my fingers at her for effect.
“Are you sure they’re real and not just randoms playing pretend to get your attention?” she asks, a more serious note in her voice this time.
I hadn’t considered that, but something about the way these men carry themselves, the chilling confidence, tells me they aren’t pretending. “I’m sure they’re not playing pretend. There’s no way they’re faking that.”
She nods slowly, eyeing me cautiously. “I was reading your work
