“Are you going to go on the run? Change your identity?” he continued, an amused note appearing in his voice. “None of that would work, you know.”
“Because of the tracking stuff you put in me without my knowledge or consent?” she asked bitterly.
Korum just looked at her, neither admitting nor denying it. “There’s only one way you could be free of me,” he said slowly.
Mia stared at him in frustration, not understanding where he was leading. Now that the initial wave of fury had passed, the full stupidity of her actions dawned on her. He was right; even if she managed to walk out of his penthouse—a big if, given the laser-quick reflexes she was up against—he would catch her before she could go more than a few blocks. By pointing that weapon at him, she had only succeeded in angering him, a
