Alina´s POV What time are you leaving my house? You don't have anything else to do, do you? I shout at Alfa Marco as I try, for the hundredth time, to send a message to Sâmia. “Where are you? I'm worried.” But there's no reply. No notification. No sign. Her disappearance is starting to make me uneasy, and Marco's presence in my house two days ago doesn't help matters. I mean, he tried to kill me and he's still here, acting like a good Samaritan? This man has no idea. My house should be my sanctuary, but his presence seems to consume the entire space, making the atmosphere suffocating. - I'll leave when you're fit to be alone,” he snaps impatiently. - I'll be much better off when you decide to leave. Seriously, I can't stand looking at your face any longer. His eyes na

