Chapter 7
SOPHIA
Monday afternoon
I don’t know where I am, but my feet won’t stop tapping on the sidewalk.
If I were on my shift at The Alchemist—like I was supposed to be, I’d have five minutes left on my lunch break in the restaurant-pub, but since I’ve called out sick for the last few days, I’m spinning my wheels, a nervous wreck every time I step out of my apartment building and onto the sidewalk.
Because I know he’s out there.
Somewhere. In the city. Waiting for me.
And I want him to find me.
But then again, I don’t.
Not after I sold his watch to my local pawnshop to pay the rent.
The thought of Big Bad strolling around Manhattan, most likely wanting to strangle me, paralyzes almost every step I take since the morning I slipped out of his sheets, and though I’ve managed to a
