Working With the Enemy

The current situation was proof of that, with Angelia selected for the dangerous mission instead of Callie. Callie was always sheltered. But what about Angelia? If something happened to her, who would care? Angelia refused to accept this fate, biting her lip until it nearly broke the skin. She was terrified of death. After the meeting, Angelia stood in the cold wind, tears streaming down her face, her beautiful face contorted with hatred. She was alone in a secluded spot at the base, hiding from her colleagues. Suddenly, she felt a sharp knife against her chin. ‘Dr Hawthorne...’ Angelia’s heart raced as her neck, previously covered by warm clothing, was exposed to the cold air and the blade’s chilling touch. ‘Who are you?’ Angelia’s voice trembled. Krug, disguised as a hunchbacked old man, straightened up and remarked, ‘I see General Westwood’s wife keeps a low profile.’ General Westwood’s wife? Angelia realised that the old man had mistaken her identity. ‘No, I’m not her,’ Angelia hur