Hannah's POV
Jonathan's gaze fixates on us oddly. By "us," I mean Tina and me. She's present now, seated right beside me, sporting a smug expression. I can't fathom why she's content with this scenario, but I can hazard a guess: she's likely replaying in her mind that she called it. That Jonathan had been priming me for the slaughter, that his gifts were meant to lower my guard—though, in every aspect, it doesn't feel that way. I believe Jonathan genuinely cared for me, and what's unfolding now has nothing to do with preparing me for slaughter. It's understandable he's feeling disappointed and suspicious about the current situation.
"You planning to off us or what?" Tina provocatively jests at our companion, eliciting a scoff from him.
"No. But I'll take care of you, and not with pleasu
