Katerina
A loud knock on my bedroom door wakes me up from the deep slumber I’ve fallen into.
I came home late last night and with everything that happened, with the ghost of Alejandro’s touch still lingering on my skin, I fell asleep the second I smelled my bed, too exhausted to even change my clothes.
My head spins a little as I walk to see who the hell it is this early in the morning, worry settling in my chest with each step, the memory of how the last time someone knocked on my door they took Alejandro away from me. The thought of that happening again…
Still, Maria’s face on the other side of the door is a kind of relief, even if it’s a sour sight to behold.
“Alejandro wants to see you in the study,” she barks at me and walks away before I even get the chance to respond.
I mumbl
