Iliana’s POV:
I didn’t stop until I reached the back alley behind my building, where my bedroom window faced the treeline.
I didn’t know why I came here, but considering the possibility of him escaping through my window, I thought there might be a chance of catching him here.
The night air was cold, and other than its rustling through the leaves, it was eerily quiet.
I stood in the center of the clearing and slowly turned around in a full circle, eyes sweeping the area.
Nothing. No lurking shadows. No tall figures.
And yet–I felt watched. Something inside me told me that he was nearby. He always was.
Sucking in a sharp inhale, I parted my lips and let out a low, shaky whisper, “Are you here?”
Silence.
I closed my eyes. God, I was going paranoid. Now I was running out in the dark n
