SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
The world narrows to just him. One moment I'm breathing, the next I've forgotten how—time stalls, every sense laser-focused on the man standing in the doorway.
Angelo… why is he here? What in god's name is he doing in this room?
Questions swarm my mind, a tangled mess I can't begin to sort. My mouth opens, then snaps shut again—I have no words at all. I must look like a fool, but I don't care. I can't even make sense of myself right now.
"Wow, she looks so shocked." A voice from behind him breaks through the haze.
I stare, jaw tight, eyes wide as saucers. A blonde-haired man steps out from Angelo's shadow, and recognition hits me so hard my vision blurs.
Him—I know him!
"You!" I gasp, pointing at the blonde like a madwoman.
He jumps at my outburst, glancing left and right before tapping Angelo's arm and pointing to his own chest.
"Me?" he asks Angelo.
The man's insane. That's the only conclusion I can draw.
