Roland froze, catching a glimpse of Zoey's eyes on him, narrowing, searching. But before she could speak, he pulled the hood back over his head.
“Wait,” her voice tumbled out.
He didn’t hesitate. His boots scraped against the pavement as he turned and disappeared into the shadows.
Behind him, he heard her struggling to her feet, one step after another.
“Hold on!” she called.
He didn’t stop.
As he vanished into the side street, he caught one last glimpse of her, standing where the road split, glancing in every direction, with fingers clutching her broken arm.
“I'm sorry, but I can't let you find me,” Roland muttered, running further and further away, until he completely lost sight of her.
On the narrow street two blocks away from his house, he slowed down to catch his breath.
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