“Axel, wait, I can explain.” But the only sound on the intercom that I could hear was static. He was gone.

Cursing, rosa turned back to Allen who had retrieved his clothes from the bathroom and was tugging them on. He smiled at her. Anger blurred her vision and her body shook.

“Why? Why would you do that?” Tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and heavy.

“Nothing personal, sweetheart. This is something between me and Axel. Call it an old score.”

“But why? I don’t understand. What did I have to do with it?”

“You were perfect. Played right into my hands. If I’m honest, I’m not sure what Axel...