Jenkins
He’s here. In my apartment.
I try to move, but I can’t. My hands are shaking, and there’s a pressure in my chest that tightens around my ribs, climbing up my throat and stealing my voice.
I open my mouth, then close it again, unable to make a sound.
What is he doing here?
Why did he come through the window?
I glance at the floor, seeing shards of glass scattered across the carpet I had been planning to remove.
"Mía, we have to go," he whispers.
I shake my head, swallowing hard to force down the stupid knot lodged in my throat.
Zeldric looks tense. He glances over my shoulder, and then I hear a sharp click.
"s**t, they’re already here! We have to move."
"Who?" I manage to ask in a faint voice.
"Urriaga’s men. They’re coming for you."
In two quick strides, he grabs my ar
