Betty's POV

"Not if you die Betty. Not if we make him believe you are dead and he isn't a god Bertha. I can hide you." She said with determination.

I couldn't believe my ears, she wanted me to fake my death.

For a second, I thought I had misheard her. The words hovered in the air between us like smoke that refused to clear.

Hide you, make him believe you are dead. She must be fucking kidding me. How could she think of something like that? I searched her face, looking for signs that ...