DRAKE 'S VIEW
I picked up my phone to call the police; I had to. Anna had just trespassed. Her motives were sinister. I looked into her eyes, filled with desperation—my fingers froze. The human in me felt a little bit of mercy for her, even though she never deserved it. She was a backstabber, and a damn good one. Why did a sudden feeling of warmth gush through me? Drenmore was right when he said that Anna clouded my judgment. I hated that he hit the nail on the head. Why was I so naïve when it came to this woman?
