Rome, Italy.
Alliana's pov:
I quickly hid my phone behind the bed after Souline hung up. I yawned again before lying down and turning off the lamp. I considered Souline's question before closing my eyes. "Do you like him?" I mean, how could I? I'm only here to finish the job and then return to Ontario. I don't want to be here any longer, no matter how well they're treating me. Ontario, not Rome, will always be my sanctuary.
Something seemed off with Souline as well. Her tone was a bit shaky, and she sounded worried about something. Maybe I'm overthinking it, and she was fatigued when we called. I took a deep breath and rubbed my temples, trying to fall asleep but failing. I needed some water or milk to help me sleep because I can't go to prison with eye bags.
