My woll, Claire, was completely silent. Still locked away in whatever dark corner of my mind she’d retreated to, still refusing to help me
even when I might need her most. I was on my own, just like I’d been during those final terrible months with Daxon.
But if I couldn’t run, then I could fight. The thought came to me with surprising clarity through the fog of panic. I might be trapped, but I
wasn’t the same helpless girl who’d cowered in corners while her mate destroyed her piece by piece. I’d learned things. I had fists now,
and a little knowledge of how to use them.
I planted my feet and waited as the figure turned slowly, preparing myself for the confrontation I’d been dreading for weeks.
When he finally faced me completely, I felt the air rush out of my lungs in a mixture of relief and embarrassment so intense it made me
dizzy.
It wasn’t Daxon.
The stranger looking at me with obvious confusion was maybe the same height and build, with similar dark hair, but his face was
completely wrong.
His eyes were brown instead of Daxon’s cold gray, his jaw was softer, and there was a kindness in his expression that Daxon had never
possessed even at his most charming.
“Excuse me, miss?” he said, his voice carrying a slight accent I couldn’t place. “Do I know you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I probably looked exactly like that. My face was probably white as paper, my hands still shaking, my breathing still too fast and shallow. I
tried to pull myself together, tried to remember how to act like a normal person instead of a traumatized mess.
“No… no, sorry,” I managed, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “I thought… you look like someone I used to know.”
His expression softened with understanding, and he gave me a gentle smile. “Ah, I hear that a lot actually. One of those faces, I guess.
Happens all the time.”
“I’m really sorry,” I said again, backing away slowly. The relief was making me feel weak and shaky, like my legs might give out at any
moment. “I didn’t mean to follow you or anything weird like that.”
“No harm done,” he said, still smiling. “Hope you find whoever you’re looking for.”
If only he knew that the last thing I wanted was to find the person I’d mistaken him for.
I turned and walked back toward the main street as quickly as my unsteady legs would carry me, my heart still racing but for different
reasons now.
The embarrassment was almost as bad as the terror had been. What if he thought I was some kind of stalker? What if he called the police
about the crazy woman who’d followed him into an alley?
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Chapter 43
The moment I emerged from the alley, I un Lesh frantically kolking domed the market area, her phone stasied to her ear When Bu
spotted me, the let out a visible sigh of relied and tothed over.
There you are! Where did you go? You scared me half to death the was practically breathless wird worry, I was about to cat Trol
but I realized I don’t even have his contact information.”
I forced what I hoped was a reassuring smile, though it probably looked as shaky as I fat. Tas fine. I bet.. thought I saw yun
She studied my face with the sharp eyes of someone who wasn’t sasily fooled, I could see her taking in my pile completion, my st trembling hands, the way I kept glancing over my shoulder like I expected someone to jump out at me.
Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve been running
Tm good,” I lied. “Let’s just go home.
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would t she be at the open end of the alley though?
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