Chapter 4Angelica slipped through her bedroom door and quickly shut it behind her. Sliding the lock in place, she leaned her forehead against the thick wood wishing it was made of something stronger… titanium maybe.
Releasing a heavy sigh, she frowned and stepped away from the door, staring at the lock like it was her only hope. In a way it was. That little lock was the only thing between her and the craving she had to see Syn now that he wasn't here watching her… stalking her.
Lifting her hand, she rubbed her right temple in furious little circles trying to piece together the fact that she had just ran away from the man… or whatever he was, only to now miss him so much that her chest was actually aching.
“I don’t need anyone,” Angelica reminded herself but her fingers paused in mid cir
