Zella
“Damn, it's really you under all that... costume or whatever you call that?” Rafael grinned. “Well, well, this is interesting.”
“There's no time for this," I whispered, holding a finger to my lips and trying to step past him to get on the elevator. He followed, barring the raving crowd from stepping in with me until the doors closed.
“Does King know you’re here?” he drawled, wiggling his brows at me.
I ignored him, thinking about how things could have gotten much worse. I hoped Dad never asked me to do this again, or he was really going to be disappointed when I told him no - and I would.
Rafael whistled, reaching to grab the access card dangling from my neck. "I guess King doesn't know you're here, Miss Hawthorne,"
I flushed, thankful when the elevator doors opened. "You ne
