Stephanie's POV
Okay, let me be real with you. I was so mad I could have spit fire. I was pacing around my hotel room like a tiger in a cage. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my hands were squeezed so tight my nails were digging into my palms.
Myron. That little weasel. That snake. After everything his family put me through. He still had the guts to threaten me? He wasn't even certain about who I was. I came back to this city with one goal: find my boy. I didn't want a fight. But they just kept pushing.
Suddenly, a realization hit me. It was too quiet. Where was all the noise? Where was Jolina? That girl is a tornado. She's never quiet unless she's drawing... or planning some kind of mischief.
"Jolina?" I called out but the response I got was the hum of the hotel air conditioner. My heart did a little skip. "Jolina!" I yelled again.
