THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
A week had passed since Aello last saw Psikh at the mansion. Seven days where her thoughts looped around one word she'd heard him speak that night, twisting through everything she did.
She'd stayed ten minutes after he left, listening to the three men talk. In that time, she'd learned more than enough to unspool her mind. The word Mafia came up as casually as Sebastian tossed a severed head to the floor. She learned the stranger's name was Yakov, that he worked for Psikh just like Sebastian did-calling him boss as easily as breathing.
Aello still didn't know what mafia meant, but the flicker of relief she felt at knowing anything at all was sharp. It was one reason she'd left the jungle without fighting back too hard, along with the weight of worry for her tribe's safety.
