I stare at the paper in my hand, then crumple and throw it across the room. Rage, stronger than any I’ve ever felt, consumes me. Felix’s voice reaches me from behind, but it gets weaker with every passing second until all I can hear is the ringing in my ears, and then nothing.
Angelina
They’re late. I turn around and look up and down the street, wondering if, by some stroke of luck, Diego changed his mind. Even though it’s rather warm, I keep the red leather jacket on. Other than a few toiletries and a change of clothes, it’s the only thing I took with me when I sneaked away from Sergei’s home. I planned on leaving the jacket as well—it was crazy expensive—but I couldn’t make myself do it.
There’s also one of his small knives hidden at the bottom of my backpack. There is no way I’m goin
