Amara's pov
It was already known that I was never one to follow instructions and following instructions wasn't something I was going to start overnight by listening to a 'stop.following.me.' from a certain charming and grumpy stranger.
Now, can we find our way back and forget about him? Cora had said immediately he went off but I did the opposite as expected.
I had broken off the damaged heels from my shoes, wore them as flats, wiped my hands across my face, and sped after him but not before checking to see if the hooker was still alive and thankfully she was. She even got on her feet and said nothing to me before walking off being happy with her pay.
It is not too late to turn back! Cora repeated and I rolled my eyes.
Do you not at least find him half as interesting as I do? I grunt
