Trisha’s P.O.V:
A knock on the door brought my attention back inside the room. Neema stirred at the sound but didn’t wake up so I hurried towards the door, wincing as my injured leg strained, and opened the door to a worried looking Mark.
“Morning, Mark…” I greeted him awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
“Sorry if I woke you up, Lucas asked me to come fetch you, and to bring you these.” He held up a duffle bag in his hand.
Ignoring his use of the word ‘fetch’, I took the bag from him and proceeded to close the door when his gruff voice stopped me. “Your wallet and ID are inside the bag.”
“And my phone?” I asked frowning.
“We had to destroy it. Can’t have those leeches tracking you all the way here.” Mark said in a heavily accented voice.
“Those leeches are my friends and family!” I snapped at him. “And I need to see Lucas, right now!”