Chapter Fifty-Seven

Cecelia pov

Ana was sitting down, sipping her drink, and going through a document, but I was walking around as if I could die, and I could die if Hayden found out what I did. He was suddenly so protective of her since he found her again.

"Sit down and be calm; nothing is going to happen. You are giving me a headache," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Sit down? Be calm?" I asked her, making sure I mimicked her voice to show her how ridiculous it sounded. "I can't sit down or be calm because I might lose my head anytime soon."

"You wouldn't, and if you are so afraid of losing it, why would you then plan something like that without allies that could help you?"

"Um.....h..... I did not know that there were other people interested in this too. You look like you would not hurt a fly and only yell at it, so I did not think that you would approve of my plan."

She smiled and stood up. "I will take that as a compliment. It is better than being called a psychotic killer. But a