NALEDI’S POV

The cards were served and the game began. 

“Tell me, Amara,” Luka whispered into my ears. 

Did I mention he made me sit by his side? Pressed closely beside him. 

“Where are you from and how long are you in town?” His tone reeked of smoke. 

I hated it. But took it like a champ, wearing a beautiful smile and sucking up to him. “I’m not supposed to tell.” I batted my eyes. “I was not supposed to tell my real identity.” 

That caught the attention of the four men on the table. How did I know? I can’t really tell, just call it a sixth sense. A...