CHAPTER 37: DESTINY TOYS WITH US

KATIE’S POV

The black police van pulled up at the station, and the door was opened for us to descend. I heaved a sigh of relief. Sitting in the back seat with Axel and Blaze on either side had been highly uncomfortable.

Not only was my shoulder pressed against Blaze's, but we were literally breathing the same air. I could directly inhale the sweet aroma of his perfume.

And Axel was, well..cold. The temperature in the van dropped the minute he entered. I could tell he still suspected me just as strongly, and I wondered why it was so easy for him to be convinced I was the one.

In all, the tension there was too much for me. No one spoke a word to break the ice. It seemed we were all fine with pretending not to know one another. I wondered why the twins didn't talk, though.

Was there a rift between them, too? Or had Maverick's death just brought out the worst in both of them?

The policeman had told us as we were led in that we were going for questioning. We were to say the absolute trut