Allison’s POV
"If that is so, who is this man you were found with just yesterday night. He doesn’t look like a friend in this situation, does he?Murmurs started between the reporters again, their camera flashing to take pictures of the picture in the man’s hand. Not just a picture, a picture of Raphael and I, sharing a kiss.
My heart started pounding heavily in my chest, a wave of nervousness and anguish washing over me. A drumbeat of panic hammered over my chest at each flashlight of their cameras. I squinted my eyes at the picture and at the reporter that brought it out, noticing the sly grin that tugged at the corners of his lips while his eyes gleamed with deep satisfaction. I pressed my lips into a fine and refined tight line, my mind and brain working to piece everything quickly to
