"Did you let her in?" he asked his voice tense, for he was going to look for Katrina, but she had brought herself to him, perfect. "Look, you must have some questions, I'll answer then, but you have to let me in."
He leaned his head against the door, tempted to push his way in, make her forget later. "Elena, that's not her real name, she's playing with you." He sighed, spinning the story in her head, "She like to play tricks, she's an ex."