Chapter 13Eight minutes earlier…
Pseudocide…I honestly don’t know what got me interested in choosing that as my fictitious career. I tried so many times to think of why I chose that or let alone, how the hell I—Guillermo Maldonado—came up with it.
Did I see a documentary about it? Or maybe read it in a book? No sé. But it definitely worked out to my advantage. Especially when it came to meeting Cassian. Or Boots, as I call him.
Boots is a nickname I gave to him because I noticed he wears boots in every season. Summer, fall, spring and winter. It’s actually cute, one of the many things I love about him.
“Ah, love.” I sighed, hearing the word come out of my mouth and realizing that I, stupidly and dangerously fell into that slimy pit of love. It almost cost me my life and career!
But I
