"Xander himself, and believe me when I say he wasn’t bluffing." His gazended on Anastasia. "Even Samantha knows about this person."
Anastasia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She shared a nce with Tracie before their eyesnded on Julian.
"Xavier needs to be careful," she mumbled under her breath.
Tracie went back to Radiantia that same day, walking into Xavier’s hideout, her eyesnded on Maxwell and Kace, her eyes narrowing on them before they settled on Xavier.
"Can I speak to you in private?" She asked, and the two turned to look at them but they didn’t say anything.
Xavier wondered why Tracie would want to speak to him in private when the only two people beside him weren’t strangers to begin with.
Nevertheless, he didn’t object and stood up from the desk, limping on his injured foot before they stepped out.
Tracie assisted him with his crouches as they ventured into the forest when she was sure no one would overhear their conversation.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked.
Tracie nced around, ensuring they were truly alone in the forest. The soft glow of dusk bathed the surroundings, with the sun just about to set, casting long shadows through the trees. The fading light was enough for her to scan the area without struggling against the encroaching darkness.
"I got information from someone, and she informed me that there’s an informant in your team," she replied.
A big frown settled on Xavier’s forehead as she stared at Tracie.
"What do you mean by you got information from someone? Who’s that and who’s the informant?" He questioned.
Since Anastasia was already nning on working with Xavier, there was no need to not tell Xavier about her.
"She’s someone I just met recently and you’ve met her too."
"Stop speaking in riddles and tell me who exactly this person is?"
"It’s the waitress you met at the trade back in Fameville."
Xavier’s eyes widened in shock.
"What?"
"She’s the one who rescued the girls—you already know that. She’s not an enemy," Tracie exined, her voice steady but urgent. "She’s working with Xander, but only to bring him down and save every girl he’s holding hostage."
She paused, ncing around again to ensure no one was listening. "She also informed me there’s an informant in your team. Xander knows everything. That’s why I couldn’t say any of this in front of Kace, Maxwell, or any of your men."
"Wait a second, you mean to tell me you met some random woman and you’re just going to believe whatever she tells you?"
Tracie didn’t reply because she already knew this was how Xavier was going to react.
"Kace is my little brother and Maxwell is my best friend. How could you even believe a nobody’s words just like that?"
"I’m not saying I believe her. But we have to be careful. Haven’t you ever wondered why you still haven’t found Anastasia yet? What if someone in there is keeping tabs on you and reporting everything to Xander?" She questioned back.
Then she rubbed her face in frustration and she sighed to calm her nerves.
"The woman wants to work with you. Just meet up with her and discuss things. Just don’t tell any of them about it."
Now Xavier was the one to sigh.
He’d been shocked the night of the trade to find someone else doing the same thing he’d been doing for many years. And now, there was a chance that someone was keeping tabs on him from his very own team.
Who could it be?
"I can assure you she’s not a dangerous person. She was the one I went to meet in Fameville. Just meet with her once and you’ll find out if she’s a good person. You’ll also get to see the ce those girls are staying," she tried to convince him.
He wasn’t showing any signs of objecting but he wasn’t saying anything either.
Just when Xavier was about to respond, he heard a little rustle in the bush. Not only him, but Tracie heard it too.
Instantly, their heads snapped to look in that direction.
"What are the both of you talking about?" Kace asked.