Katerina
I am frozen in place and so is Alejandro. In the second of silence that follows the police officer's reply, we both stare at each other in confusion.
Alejandro is shirtless, his hair a mess, his eyes still burning with the same fire that lingers all over my skin, and I am barely standing on my own two feet.
“What the hell is going on?” I whisper as quietly as possible, to which he only shakes his head in confusion.
He doesn’t have time to respond with words though as the men kick the door to my room open, rushing inside with guns blazing and murder in their eyes. I know some of them from my visit to the station a few weeks ago, but they don’t seem to care to even acknowledge me, not further than the nasty looks on their faces at finding us in such a compromising state. It on
