Book 2: Chapter 72

Faris POV

I am already undoing my belt when Natacha opens the door to her sketchy apartment. I need this release more than she does, I am sure, but she never denies me.

Natacha opens the door, and my anticipation wanes when I see the look on her face. She usually greets me with a bright smile and makes some excuse for why her apartment is a mess. She would throw her arms around me and guide me to the corner of the studio apartment, where she keeps her bed. But not tonight.

Lines of worry are etched across her face. She stands back to let me enter her apartment. She doesn't even reach out to touch me. Once she closes the door behind me, she wraps her arms around herself as if she is trying to protect herself from me.

"What is your problem?" I groan. As I re-buckle my belt, it is clear that I am not getting what I want tonight. "Why did you call me here?"

"I have news," Natacha says.

My ears perk up at the sound of news. Natacha has been less than forthcoming with her inform