Amira was the one who’d sent me there. She told me Sonny was waiting for me and yet he clearly hadn’t been. I intended to ask him whether or not he’d been in the library at all last night when I saw him, but I was pretty damn sure I already knew the answer. And if that bitch had sold me out she might as well have slit her own throat, because if I had to do it myself I was sure as shit going to make a messy job of it.
Get her
