THE QUESTION PUZZLED me until I entered my room. The moment I shut the door in Ivan’s face, the answer came to me, and it made me despise Navarro even more. I imagined my hands around his neck, and him begging. When cornered, they always begged or tried to bargain. Navarro looked like a beggar. Figuring my time would be better spent finding a way out and maintaining my cover, I walked to the dresser and removed a pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless workout shirt. As I threw the clothes on the bed, a boom echoed through the room and the house rocked. I shook my head and felt more disdain for Navarro.
I really don’t like you, I thought as the image of me choking him came back to mind. Quickly dismissing the thought, I stripped and shrugged into the workout clothes, then exited the room and
