Sasha weighed her options. Her go-to was always to flee… or kill them, but killing didn’t seem that appealing to her at the moment. “Give me a REAL reason I should trust you.”
“Because we want to help you.”
Sasha glared at Amelia. “Let’s just get all of this done and over with. If you’re going to ‘help’ me, then go ahead and 'help’ me.”
Amelia brought Sasha up to the front porch of the manor.
“Ah, you must be Sasha, nice to meet you. My name is Aaron. Good to meet you. Just one moment.” Aaron turned around, “Boy! get out here, a girl’s here to see you!”
Amelia squinted her eyes in confusion.















