CHAPTER TWELVE - HEATED

HEATED

ALPHA ASHA

When my father gave me the poison dagger he did it the same way he should as if he awarding me a medal. I looked the blade, a silver and gokd mixture that was so finely sharpened it seemed to cut through the very air. He had entrusted this in me, I had never wanted to do this at first but Naomi needed justice and the man responsible for her death would not be escaping it.

After my mother had left I spent the rest of the day packing up a few clothes and some things I might consider to be useful. I sought under my bed, extracting my dead cell phone and hoping to charge it when I got to the West. Tomorrow was for sure going to be s busy day for me, and if I said I did not feel anxious about it I would just be lying to myself.

The evening was cold, someone knocked on my room door, three steady taps with his knuckles were my fathers signature. I was glad I had cleaned up my room, Julio did make me see just how much of a mess it was and I did not want my father to see it