KATHERINE
Axel Brixton! I shouted in my mind. My eyes widened as I stared at the man wearing a mask. He covered my mouth with one hand while the other restrained my two hands raised above my head.
"Who are you? What are you doing up here?" AB asked in a dangerous voice.
"I-I—" Damn it! I don't know why I suddenly stammered. I'm not afraid of him. But I feel strange because of the closeness of our bodies.
"Are you going to answer me or I will drag you out and give you to the people chasing you out there?" he threatened me with narrowing his eyes. "Who are you? And what are you doing here upstairs?" he asked again.
"I am Katherine Harret. I'm here to do what my client asked me to do," I answered him. I stared into his eyes. Why is he so familiar to me? His eyes, his voice, and even his
