#Chapter68
Elijah*
Hearing the rumbling of engine into the driveway I sit up walking towards the door, face hard and angry. What was she thinking when she left without letting anyone know? If she wants or needs to be mad, she should do that in this suite, hell the hotel, I don't give a fuck so far as she is within sight and not out of range. So yes, I'm mad. Yes, I'm angry because she drove out alone in Berlin, a city full of scumbags and lecherous snakes seeking for their own pocket full not minding who gets hurts.
Reaching the doors she marches towards me absentmindedly, a daze look overshadows her usual look but that didn't persuade me from giving her a piece of my mind. When we fight, we fight in this suite; where watchful eyes are on her.
