NADINE'S P.O.V
"Talk?" I asked and he nodded.
"Of course. If we're going to help you then we need to have constant conversation."
"Help us? You're not helping us."
The tatted man next to Lilian laughed humorlessly. "Aren't we? Are you going to kill Trent on your own, Nadine? You need us."
"Just as much as you need us. Killing Trent isn't for our benefit, it is for the benefit of everyone alive. You need him dead as much as we do."
The man laughed. "We've lived here without problems."
"And you think that cannot change in a second? Wake up, everyone is in danger here. Don't act like you're doing us a favor because you aren't. You are doing what any decent person should. You are protecting the people you've gathered here."
He opened his mouth to speak but Solomon held up a hand. "Enough, Sam. She has a point."
