140-Tears and Kisses.

EUDORA.

I walked—more like stormed—through a clear but unfamiliar path near the club,opposite of where Zena went and also ahead of whoever was following me. I called my situation a trap because I didn’t know where I was and whoever it was following me had a clear advantage.

They were stealthy, barely making any sound with their feet but I was very much aware of their presence as not much was done to cover the strong roguish scent that the night air carried, accompanied with the unmistakable smell of alcohol. Whatever rogue followed me had a lot to drink and that didn’t make me feel any better about my situation or the fact that I was always in one danger or another.

But Heaven knew I really didn’t want to do this today. Rather than fear, a wave of despair and sadness was all I felt.

I looked slowly over my shoulder a few times, careful and pretending I had no idea I was being followed and each time I did that, a dark figure caught my eyes just as it tried to hide behind somethings