Chapter Seventy-Five

Freda wanted him to spy on Ms. Lana. It was a tough spot she put him on, and he was ready to decline, yet as he stood in front of the kindhearted and smart Lana, he froze. Madam Freda was not someone he could betray like that, and he was sure it would be hard to shake her off.

His heart wanted to do the right thing. Then do it, a voice in his head muttered. But fear held him down. He glanced up at Lana’s expectant gaze and looked away immediately. He had entered here, announcing that he had an important confession to make, and she had dropped all of her work just to listen to him. What was he doing, wasting her time?

What would she say after he confessed? Give him a pat on the back and say, Don’t be a naughty boy again. Definitely not, but it was definitely better than continuing to work for that witch. All the guilt was beginning to eat at him. He did not used to feel guilty about all the others; they deserved what they got, but Lana was different. She was fighting for all of them.