Grace - POV
“I’m done with this job, Mr. Anderson,” I said, trying to pull away from him, but somehow still holding on.
“Why? Afraid I’ll hurt you? Or maybe that I’ll spill to your mates about where you are?” he asked, his voice unsettlingly calm.
“Well, seeing as this is our first time meeting, you might hurt me. Who knows, right?” I shot back, keeping my voice steady. “And honestly, I don’t care if you tell them or not.” I wasn’t about to let him see me scared.
He gave me this twisted smile. “Oh, you’re putting on quite the brave face, Miss Caddel. But deep down, you’re terrified I’ll let them know where you are, aren’t you?”
“Do what you want,” I said, almost daring him. “I’m not working with you, simple as that.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asked, not even flinching.
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