We have been waiting at the meeting place for over an hour. The later Andrei becomes, the more anxious I am. Also, I don't really care for this place after going into heat here last time.
“Where is he?” I snap, pacing the hallway for the hundredth time.
“Kat, he will show. I spoke to him this morning,” Ezra tries to reassure me from where he is sitting at the table.
I stop pacing, facing Ezra and mutter under my breath. “And he said he would be here an hour ago, Ezra,” I argue.
Mateo pulls a chair out beside him. “Just sit down. You are making me dizzy with all your pacing. He will get here when he gets here,” Mateo tries to calm me.
What if he killed him? Or what if they had an accident? God only knows because he hasn’t messaged or sent word of anything to us. Pacing over to the tabl
