Alina's door swung open without warning. In charged Conner, eyes filled with anger and concern. "I don't know why you're meeting with that criminal, but I just want you to know that you are meeting with a murderer. So if you think it's okay to go gallivanting around town with a murderer, I suggest you reexamine your motives."
Alina gripped the table in front of her, eyes widening. "Conner, wait!"
And then, Conner left Alina's home just as quickly as he'd come.
Alina stood and raced after Conner. "Conner, wait! What are you talking about?" she called breathlessly, not caring who saw her or who thought what of her. "I don't know what you mean!"
Conner continued to stride away, rage evident in his steps. It took a moment for Alina to catch up with him. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she repeated, "I don't know what you mean!"
Conner stopped and whirled around to meet Alina's eyes. "Of course you know what I mean!"
Thoroughly confused, Alina shook her head. "You're wrong. He's not a murderer. He's a lost soul who doesn't know what he wants. I'm getting through to him, Conner! I think there's hope! He just might leave soon!"
Conner shook his head. "And how have you been getting through to him, pray tell? Don't think your midnight meetings have gone unnoticed!"
Stamping her foot impatiently, Alina rolled her eyes. "We've been talking and naught else!"
"Oh, but he did kiss you."
Cheeks blooming with color, Alina put her hands on her hips. "It was purely him. And he's not a murderer, Conner! I can promise you that he is anything but what you've said he is!"
"Do you want to know the truth?" Conner swore under his breath. "He killed you best friend's brother. He is a murderer."
That was it. No prelude, no warning...nothing.
Alina stumbled back, unable to breathe.