Livia’s POV
I walk faster.
My knees are aching and I don’t know why. Maybe they’re just responding to the nerves. Whatever the reason is, I’m not going as fast as I can. As fast as I want to.
And the person behind me is keeping up.
Heavy footsteps, scattering the small puddles that the rain created. Frantic breathing—but maybe that was mine. I don’t know. All I know is that I need to run—
“Hey!”
The man’s voice makes me go even faster. But he doesn’t seem to have a problem keeping up with me. He’s fast. Too fast.
And now his hand is on my shoulder.
“Let go of me!” I scream, wheeling around to give my best punch to the man.
But instead of it landing on his face like I intended, he just lifts a hand effortlessly and blocks my blow, closing my fist with his palm.
“Livia, relax!” he
