Sophia's POV
I brought the heel of my shoe down hard on his foot.
He inhaled sharply and released my wrist.
"I have no plans to marry anyone right now," I said clearly. "Please don't touch me again."
I walked away. Fast.
"Sophia, why are you running?" Aurora asked, baffled.
I'm not running, I thought. I'm strategically retreating. I need to think.
I didn't slow down until I was through the terminal doors and outside, and the warm Southern air was on my face, and the ground under my feet was familiar in a way nothing had been for three years.
My assistant came jogging up behind me, dragging my suitcase, slightly out of breath. "Sophia — how are you walking this fast in heels? Is something chasing you?"
"Something like that. A dangerous one."
She looked behind us, saw nothing, and
