Zara’s POV
An i***t, he’s a goddamn i***t! He said he was going to reception to help, not come outside with one f.ucking guard for protection to meet me like some goddamn prom date!
I can hear his laboured breathing as he follows me up the emergency staircase toward the top floor and our apartment. I should feel bad that I’m making him do this, but right now I’m too pissed to care about his comfort. I march up the stairs to the next floor, number twenty one, my stride comfortable, I’ve walked miles in the desert with no water, this is a walk in the damn park.
‘Mi Vida, please’ he groans behind me, and I grudgingly turn back to find him hanging on to the metal railing, his face red from the exertion.
‘What?’ I snap, though I am a little concerned at the colour of his cheeks.
‘I’m sorry
