“You’re three minutes late, bunny.” Dominic said from behind.
Rachel and Alaric turned at the same time, then she pulled away from Alaric, dusting her purse.
“It's my fault,” Alaric said apologetically. “I bumped into her…sorry.”
Dominic nods slightly and faces Rachel. “Let's go.” She follows Dominic behind, into the black Bentley car that waited at the curb.
Alaric watched them leave, staring at Rachel. She looked so much like Merida Smithfield, but he was not sure.
"Why does she look like her?” He said in his mind. The same hair color, same body structure and face.
He shrugs. “She's just a lookalike,” he mumbles and keeps going, asking strangers if they knew Rachel Smithfield.
***
Workers in the building were busy with their work when Dominic came in with Rachel, holding he
