C39 He couldn't just watch me die

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