Aléjandro
Fifteen hours earlier
The clicking of the lock woke me from whatever sleep I'd managed to drift into. It was nearly impossible not to spend the entire night with a damn b***r with Mia sleeping at my side. Her soft skin smelled of scented lotion and radiated warmth. I could get lost in the way her lips parted as she slept.
Click.
Instantly, I was on high alert.
Who the f**k would try to enter my suite?
Quietly, I scooted away from Mia, careful not to wake her. Moving without sound was an asset in our world, the element of surprise. Wearing only my pajama pants, I padded barefoot to the bookcase where I'd laid my weapons last night before feasting on my wife. One last glance at the beauty sleeping in my bed before I reached for one of my knives and made my way to the door.
