33 - Traitor

MIA POV

"So what do we do now? She's not safe here, Clark," Peter said. His face was hard, but his expression softened as he glanced at Clark before returning to a hard stare.

Currently, I am in the basement, seated on a long sofa with Clark's arms encircling my waist. He is uncomfortably close to me. Peter and another person are in front of us, while Cheska and Tofer are on our right side. Cheska is seated on a small sofa while Tofer is on the armrest. They look cute together.

"I don't know," he whispered, glancing at me with a worried expression before turning his attention back to Peter. "If we leave the country, they'll definitely track us," he continued.

"You know I'm not the type to run away, Peter. I could just kill him if I wanted to," Clark said, his aura suddenly darkening as he spoke through clenched teeth.