Chapter 31: The Face of a Devil Runaway

The blaze of beams and a silent howl of the morning breeze drove my feet to leap another half of my height.

My hair was flashed with harsh currents and my gazes in the direction widened as my stress swallows me low.

The devotion she pounds with her buckles bound onto mine - the recollection of her will never overlook. As I enter WPD, signed in with the receptionist, and the policies and he was not satisfied with my arrival. I was late.

I knock on the door first before stepping in with my sweaty buttocks and underarms from strain and haste.

"Why the f*ck you're late?" Marina said standing on the floor near the doorframe - coincidentally, she was about to unlock the door as well. We forgot to kiss our hellos.

"Lack of sleep" I huff with a sweat slipping through my chin and cuddling on my forehead.

"The three suspects we took are now in their f*cking room, move your crap" She bumped me and then pursued up her tracks.

Marina was scrolling quicker than my pace so I pushed my s