She shook her head quickly.
Steve wasn't convinced. He stepped forward and pressed his blade firmly against her neck.
"No lies," he growled, voice low and threatening.
Ana flinched and shouted back.
"I swear, I don't know that much! They don't tell me those details!"
I narrowed my eyes and stepped closer.
"Then tell me what you do know. When will their plans begin? Where will they start? Who else is involved? What are the Holts' roles in this? You're giving us scraps, Ana. That's not good enough."
She looked helpless.
"That's all I know, I swear. I'm just a tagalong to them. A kid. They don't include me in anything serious."
I tilted my head slightly, watching her squirm.
"Is that so? Then let me ask you something else.
"Why did you come to this deadly island with us, knowing full well about the Deathmist? You knew how dangerous it was. So tell me, Ana—who did you report us to? Or maybe I should ask… who did you report me to?"
