Kat
In the Uber on the way to the hotel, I take off Adrian’s leather jacket and lift it to my face to breathe in his scent. At least I have this one thing of his to remember him by.
I stuff it in the shopping bag and put on the new one before I get out.
In the hotel, I find the door to our hotel room ajar and the room filled with men. Six pistols swing and point at me.
I drop the shopping bag and lift my hands in the air. “Easy, boys,” I say in my mother tongue.
My father sits in the shadows in the chair by the window.
“Papa.”
He signals to his men, and two of them push past me into the hallway to inspect it.
“Where is he?”
“Oh, see that’s the thing.” I toss my hair and stride in like I’m the queen of the castle. “There is no he.”
My father’s eyes narrow. “What are you talking ab
