CHAPTER 12
The sun was barely above the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over all of nature and the buildings, but Amelia was already a few paces ahead, her movements a model of effortless grace. Her breathing was steady, her footfalls a rhythmic metronome against the pavement.
Behind her, however, the rhythm was decidedly less graceful.
Sterling’s breath came in loud, ragged gasps. He tried to keep a confident stride, but his arms were flailing and his legs felt like they were full of lead. The cocky glint he usually carried in his eyes had been replaced with a frantic, desperate look. He was running a losing race against his own out-of-shape body despite being muscular.
Amelia glanced over her shoulder, her pace unwavering. She looked him up and down with a complete unimpressed e
