For a moment, I freeze, and then I end the call without even saying goodbye. Darting out of my car, I slam the door shut, rushing toward the building. The door is locked, but I don't need to be let in. I break the lock with ease. Forcing my way in, my ears pick up shouting.
I bound up the steps, my blood boiling.
If that sorry excuse of a human put his hands on Aish-
I hear a crashing sound, and I leap up the last few steps and see an apartment that has its door open. Aisha's scent is all over this hallway, and I know I'm in the right place. Bursting into the apartment, I see her standing before Bond, wearing a raggedy t-shirt and a pair of pajamas that are far too big for her.
"Get out of my apartment, or I'll call the police," her voice is calm as I walk in.
Bond takes a step forwar
