Lost in her own miserable thought, her skin jumped by the door abruptly bursting open. Her startled eyes met Julio’s restless orbs. Almost impossibly concerned. His gaze scrutinized her, scanning her form, searching for something worth his troubled expression.
Siren, who didn’t understand the look on his face, rolled her eyes, maddened by the impudence of the man to barge inside when he's fully aware she’s inside.
She turned her attention back on the kit in front of her but couldn’t decide which of them to take. She purposely wanted to ignore the man, not really wanting to know his intention this time for breaking in the closed door. He surely had broken the locks with that forceful intrusion, but he didn’t seem to mind. And she didn’t want to give a d-amn about it either.
This place
