12. Dawn.

***devil's queen.***

Call me a paranoia, call me a fool, still, I won’t give a dime. My life is precious to me so I can’t have the people that shot the strange Kozlov and bartender find me.

I know I shouldn’t have pried. I shouldn’t have gone to the club in search of someone who merely stole my first kiss. To him, it might have been just a kiss. A kiss he initiated just for fun. Or rather, a kiss he initiated to wish me good luck ahead because it’s a new year.

Well, I wonder why I’m acting childish. Sharing kisses on a new year is common in the States and certainly, there are others like me who got kissed by strangers on that night even if it’s not at the club. So why in hell did I suddenly feel the need to look for the stranger?

A stranger that looks nothing less than dangerous. His cologne smells like danger. His thick leather cologne hammers red light in my ears. So after the red flag, I actually went in search of him?

Now I know that was so stupid of me to do and in my bid to