AMARA’S POV

The men gathered around in a circle, a table at their centre with two individuals on either side.

Their wretched scent was even stronger here. The stench was a mix of all kinds of body odour, daily labour, sweat and alcohol. It pierced my nose like daggers out to take out my sense of smell. But for some reason, I did not care. Either due to the adrenaline coursing through my veins, or the alcohol was starting to take root.

I could feel Maryann’s fear radiating off her as I ...