Ella’s POV
“Come with me,” He said and I froze when I saw him. What the heck is he saying?
Hans looked different from the last time I saw him. His hair was shorter and neatly styled, and his clothes fit him like they had been tailored, which I believe they have: a dark shirt, black trousers, and polished shoes. He looked like someone who had finally figured out what he wanted and gone after it.
But all I could think about was the last day I saw him, being dragged away by Cyril’s guards, shouting that it was all a mistake.
“Ella,” he said again, softer this time. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Come on, come with me”
I swallowed hard and turned away, clutching the room key. “I don’t want any trouble, Hans. Please.”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “It’s not trouble. I swear
