ログインAlanza’s POV
"You aren't taking anything else?"
My mother stands in the doorway, her eyes scanning my nearly empty room. I don't look at her. I just keep shoving the few items I actually care about into the old, beat-up backpack Pascual gave me. It’s a relic from his high school days, buried in the attic for a decade. When I opened it, the scent of stale marijuana and cedar wood hit me like a physical punch. My big brother was a different kind of person back then. Or
Alanza’s POV"You have to be kidding me," I said, leaning into the glass of the full-length mirror.The girl looking back wasn't the one I usually saw. Lucia’s jeans gripped my legs in all the right places, showing off muscle I didn't realize I’d built. I twisted around to check the view from behind. London’s brutal training sessions were finally paying off in ways that had nothing to do with fighting.Lucia sat on the edge of her mattress, her own floor buried under a literal mountain of discarded shirts. She gave me a smug grin. "What did I tell you? We’re officially the same size."I smoothed the denim over my hips. It felt strange. "I’ve spent years being the 'big' friend. This is actually a little disorienting."Back when I was stuck doing all the grocery runs and cooking, I’d managed to sneak enough extra portions to keep a soft layer of comfort on my frame. It wasn't much, but it was a security blank
Alanza’s POV"So, is it like a constant fluttering from your stomach all the way up to your chest?" Lucia asked.She moved her hand in a wide arc, tracing a line from her belly to just under her ribs. I gave her a slow nod, feeling the heat rise in my neck."And does your skin actually prickle when you hear him speak?" she pressed.I nodded again, looking down at the table."Do even the most normal things he says start to sound... suggestive?"My face burned. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.Lucia let out a triumphant hum and picked up her burger. "Congratulations. You have officially crossed the border into Flirt Town. This is your very first crush, Alanza."She took a massive bite, closing her eyes with a groan of pure satisfaction. After she swallowed, she pointed the half-eaten burger at me like a witness in court."Not my first," I muttered.I th
Luciano’s POV“Did you fix the chainsaw?”Lindsie looks up from the tool, his fingers slick with dark fluid. He gives the cord a sharp pull. The engine coughs, sputters, and then settles into a rhythmic, angry growl that vibrates through the concrete floor of the basement. He holds it up, the metal teeth catching the overhead light. It is ready. I should be focused on the task, but my mind is still echoing with the sound of Alanza’s laughter.I just hung up with her. I actually pressed a kiss to the glass of my phone screen like some obsessed teenager. Even worse, I am standing over a mangled body with a heavy ache in my pants because the mere memory of her voice turns me on. I am definitely going to hell. I might even get a front-row seat.I tuck the phone into my pocket and look down at the mess. The man on the floor is a Crystal Lake spy, or what is left of one. He was supposed to be dead by now, but his healing factor is stubbo
Alanza’s POV"Alanza, I really don't think this is a smart move." Luciano sounds like he is vibrating through the phone. I can picture him pacing his office, jaw tight, probably crushing the life out of a stress ball or the edge of his desk."It doesn't matter what you think, because I am going." I cringe as soon as the words leave my mouth. I sound like a child throwing a tantrum. Standing up for myself is a new muscle I am trying to flex, but right now, it just feels like I am playing dress-up as a rebellious teenager.I never actually had a rebellious phase. My sister, Jimena, handled enough of that for both of us. I remember her constant whining about how Mom and Dad were ruining her life with their rules. They just wanted her to stop dating a new boy every week and focus on her future mate pairing. She eventually grew out of it. Maybe it is finally my turn to be difficult."Alanza, please listen to me.""No." I cut him off before he can
Alanza’s POV"A candle in the dark is only useful if you know where the matches are," I mutter, staring at the screen until the light fades.The text is a cold weight in my palm. Lucia is practically hanging off my shoulder, her breath warm against my ear as she tries to squint at the display."What candle?" she asks. Her brow furrows in that way it does when she knows she is missing a piece of a puzzle.I haven't told her yet. I haven't mentioned what Sister Loreen whispered to me before I left. Only Sombra knows the truth of those parting words. I catch Lucia’s eye and give a sharp, tiny shake of my head. My thumb slides over the power button, and I shove the device deep into my pocket just as Karlos rounds the corner of the training building.He looks like a storm cloud in a tactical vest. He doesn't even wait for us to speak before he starts shaking his head."The answer is no," Karlos says. His voice is flat and final.
Alanza’s POV"You actually think you can hide behind that guard forever?"The words from my sparring partner are a low growl, barely audible over the scuff of bare feet on the mats. I don't answer. I can't. My lungs are burning, and my focus is pinned on the way his shoulders shift. Easier said than done, I tell myself. I need to stop overthinking and let my instincts take the lead.He lunges. I slip to the left, feeling the rush of air as a heavy right hook whistles past my ear. There is the gap. It is a classic opening, maybe even a lure, but I don't have time to second guess. I dive inside his reach. My elbow finds the soft spot of his solar plexus with a sickening thud.He double folds, a pained grunt escaping his lips. I don't give him a chance to recover. I snag his lead arm, plant my feet, and pivot hard. Using his own forward weight against him, I toss him over my hip. He hits the padded floor with a heavy slap, the air leaving his lungs in
Alanza’s POV"We finally have a second to breathe without Karlos hovering," I said, leaning back against the cool leather of Lucia’s sofa.The silence of the apartment was a relief. Lucia had spent a fortune on soundproofing this place, which meant we could actually talk
Alanza’s POV"You didn't come here just to talk about a letter," Sister Loreen said.I set my fork down. The food was too good, and I had eaten way too much of it. My stomach felt heavy as I looked at her. "My best friend is gone. She was taken during the attack. I need to find her and get her home
Alanza’s POV"Just take the hint and leave already," Lucia said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.She was glaring at the kitchen counter, where Karlos was currently whistling while he scrubbed a frying pan. Living back in Westwood should have felt like a relief, but the ti
Alanza’s POV"Don't stop," I whispered, my voice breaking as I pulled him closer.Luciano was being too cautious. He moved with a careful, deliberate slowness that made my skin itch with impatience. He wanted to be gentle, to treat me like something that might break, but that