SAMANTHA’S POV

My eyes widened in utter shock and disbelief, "Me…" a lump formed at the back of my throat, the thought of being the target and why on earth Andres would want me death clung and throb at my edge.

Lucas slipped his hands over mine and squeezed it warmly. "I'm so sorry Samantha," Lucas' eyes turned dark.

I sucked in a breath, "Do you know anything about this?" I swallowed visibly he must've heard but I was too stoic to give a damn, his brother just launched an attack on me.

There was silence for a minute before he loosened his grip from my hand, the muscle beneath his shirt bunched. "Yes…" he sighed, "That's why I asked you to leave the mansion,"

My heart paused a beat, of all things in my list of one hundred things that could go wrong, this wasn't a part of it. Shivers wracked my body, my head felt hazy and I felt like I was going to succumb to the ground.

I rolled my eyes, "What!" I tried to keep my voice level, the more I tried the more difficult it became. "My goodness!" All I could