In the Heat of the Night

~SLOAN'S POV~

Throughout that day, I tried calling her but she wasn't picking up. I wanted to confront her and somewhat give her the chance to explain herself. I wasn't ready to believe that my best friend wasn't even my friend, to begin with.

Later in the night, I was in my room trying to sleep when I heard my door creak open. Thinking it was another assassin, I reached for a knife I kept under my pillow and jumped out of bed.

“Woah! Sloan, it's me!” I heard Trager's voice. Fear had clouded my eyes so I didn't instantly recognize him in the dark.

“Trager?” I called down. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that question.” He said as he switched on the lights.

“It's my room. Duh.”