Oh. Right.
Jazlyn Windermere. Jakari’s little sister. Gorgeous girl, but dumb as a box of rocks.
Judging by the skeptical look on Jakari’s face, he was thinking the same thing.
But it seemed to me he didn’t have much choice.
“Aight,” he said, confirming my suspicions. “I can’t think of no other options, so…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “We’ll do it your way, man.”
I began to tremble again. His complete and utter reluctance to do whatever this Plan B thing was was disconcerting. He wasn’t even this worked up over the idea of killing me.
I stared at my friend, the apple, and tried not to cry again. I was losing hope, my freedom seemingly slipping through my fingers with every passing minute.
What the hell was I in for?