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What was she doing?
Panic hit her chest. She couldn't stay.
"Amara, do you have your car here?" Morana asked quietly, feeling the other woman's eyes turn to her.
"Yes."
"May I borrow it?"
"What for?"
"I need to leave," Morana clenched her hands to keep the panic at bay. "I have to get out."
The other woman blinked in understanding. "I can't let you go, Morana. Especially not with the situation as it is right now. It could turn into a blood bath. And Tristan would never forgive me."
That snagged her attention. Morana looked at the woman sharply. "You know why he hates me, don't you?"
Amara nodded. "Yes, but it isn't my story to tell."
"What can you tell me?" she asked bluntly.
Amara tilted her head to the side. "How much do you know about the time the Alliance ended?"
Frowning, Morana tried to recall. "Not much."
"Look it up. That's all I can tell you."
Morana sighed, knowing the woman wouldn't divulge any secrets. She even admired that.
Keeping her eyes on the scene below, Morana saw the cars turn back and return to the building, and straightened her spine, picking up her phone.
Me: I need my car.
Tristan Caine: For?
Morana raised her eyebrows but replied quickly.
Me: Leaving.
Tristan Caine: Where exactly do you plan on going?
She had no idea, but she sure as hell wasn't telling him that.
Me: I'm leaving the city. I have a friend I've spoken to.
Tristan Caine: Unspeak to your friend. If I'm not leaving this city, you sure as hell aren't.
Morana grit her teeth, her anger burning in her gut again.
Me: You don’t get to decide that, Mr. Caine.
Morana walked towards the couch, dropping her body onto it, glaring at the elevator as her phone buzzed again.
Tristan Caine: We have unfinished business, Ms. Vitalio.
'Apparently, you're not out of my system, Ms. Vitalio.'
His words rattled her mind. Last night. It had just been last night. It seemed like a lifetime. Deliberately misunderstanding his words, Morana typed a response.
