Design of Fate
Regan asked, fake concern lacing her voice.
His panic was believable, but anyone would be able to hear how fake she was. God, she should not be a professional hitman or an actress.
‘Everyone’s in position. We got what we needed. Good job, Imeela,’ Brynn said proudly.
“You’re a fucking liar and a horrible actress,” I said, opening my eyes.
Regan’s jaw dropped when I stood up, crossing my arms over my chest. She looked like she was going to cry when all of the leadership stood around, blocking her escape.
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