Pavel
“So you’re the hero.” The police officer who finally uncuffs me says it with total sarcasm. He’s run my ID. Sees my tats. Knows what I am.
“No.” I turn to face him and adjust my sleeves.
I saw this shitstorm coming the moment I got involved, but I had no choice. Now our evening is ruined.
Possibly more than our evening. Maybe this was what needed to happen to slam some sense into Kayla. Make her see I’m not the guy she wants as her boyfriend.
I see the way she looks at me now... like I’m a monster.
I should embrace it. Instead, the need to soothe her has me itchy and raw. I’ve been on police lock-down for more than forty minutes now as they got everybody’s story and figured out what was what, and I’ve had to watch my little flower leaning against the counter like her legs won’t
