Luka's POV
I ran across the sidewalk, nearly colliding with a man walking his dog. “Sorry, sorry,” I apologized to the man, who muttered profanities under his breath.
My speed in crossing the sidewalk didn’t waver. What kept me going was recalling her face, her walk. Everything about her screamed Isis, except for one detail.
Her hair was bright red instead of the dark brown I remembered. But hair color could be changed. Besides that, everything else was exactly the same, down to the dress she was wearing, which looked like something Isis would have picked out.
I finally burst through the doors of the shop, panting like bulldogs were chasing me.
The place was bigger than it looked from the outside, with rows upon rows of clothing racks.
Customers were browsing through the sections, a
