~Ari~
I stood nervously as Richard waited for me to choose a hostage. During our dance, he whispered that it couldn’t be Zane. I looked around hoping that I won’t have anyone’s blood on my hands. There were so many innocent people that with pleading looks, hoping that they’re chosen. I didn’t know what to do. The room was so silent that the sound of water droplets could be heard. My eyes continued to scan the room until they landed on one of the guests. She stood with her hand covering her round belly and my mother instincts kicked in. I turned back to Richard with a straight face.
“I know who I’m choosing.” His brow shot up as a smirk appeared on his face. “Okay everyone, we have a winner,” he says in a tone that sounds like a game show host. “Ari, why don’t you tell us who the lucky
