"I'm sorry." I whispered.
His eyes—those impossible blue eyes—widened. He had already taken off his glasses when he entered the mall hall, and now… he froze.
Something about the way he looked at me, something raw, something that reached me like electricity, made my legs move before I could even think.
I bolted. Fast.
"Wait!" His voice called after me, urgent, deep, but I didn't stop. Something about him… I didn't understand it, didn't want to. I just needed to get away.
My heart hammered as I weaved between racks and displays, weaving through people, turning corners.
Then I heard footsteps behind me. Goosebumps pricked my neck. Please, not Dante's guard.
Then I heard it.
"Aurielle."
My body froze. That voice. The way he said my name—like he knew me, like he had always known me. I turned slowly.
He stepped closer.
