Classira’s POV
I shouldn’t have come alone or I should at least called Dante. That thought kept hammering in my head as I made my way through the crowded street, clutching the strap of my bag tighter.
I stopped to catch my breath and noticed something. Someone was following me. I’d first noticed him when I turned off the main road, a bike man idling a few feet behind.
He didn’t seem in a hurry to overtake me, just keeping a steady pace. When I crossed the street abruptly, he crossed too. When I took another turn, he followed. My heart began to race, I walked faster and he followed suit.
By the time I reached the café the lawyer had told me to meet him at, my heart was already racing with the thoughts of who he was. I wasn't sure if Nicho had sent the man . I stopped at the entrance a
