“My enemies aren’t here.” Sascha laughed at the thought, walking over to his dresser and grabbing a fresh stack of clothing, a pair of leggings and an oversize sweater he wouldn’t be caught dead in outside the house. “Where are they?” Kai asked. “I don’t know.” “Who are they?” “I’m not sure.” “Why are they after you?” “Oh!” Sascha snapped his fingers. “I know this one. My brother pissed them off.”
