CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Keira stared at the approaching figure, her mind too shocked to do anything.
How? How had he found her?
Overwhelmed, Keira finally snapped to attention. She turned and began to run. She didn’t want to see him, not now, and especially not in such a strange, sudden, and unexpected way. She was too embarrassed by everything that had transpired.
Cristiano, however, was a much faster runner than Keira. She heard his footsteps behind, growing louder, getting closer. He caught up to her, grabbing her by the elbow, stopping her in her tracks.
“Keira,” he said, panting, crouching forward to catch his breath. “Don’t run.”
“How did you find me?” she stammered, not knowing where to look, her eyes darting all over the place.
Cristiano shook his head, too breathless to speak.
