Her breath caught too.
I heard it.
Felt it.
Saw it in the way her eyes lifted to mine.
“Hersh…”
Soft.
Broken.
There she is.
Not the guarded woman from the café.
My Flick.
Just for one second.
Then fear rushed back into her expression so fast it hit me like a punch.
“You can’t touch me,” she whispered urgently.
My body went cold.
“What?”
“You don’t understand.”
“No,” I said carefully. “I really don’t.”
Her eyes darted toward the windows again.
Panicked.
Like she expected someone to come through the door shooting.
Every protective instinct I had fully locked into place.
Whatever this was?
It was real.
And suddenly the questions from the cafédidn’t matter nearly as much as the fear written all over her face.
I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Who’s after you?”
She looked at me for one long second.
And I realized something terrifying.
She was trying to decide whether trusting me would get me killed.
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FELICITY
