Chapter Six
“Nia, wait up,” Tres called as he ran after me.
With our host departing in a huff, and few answers to my questions, I’d left Bet’s home shortly after he’d left the room, leaving Tres standing in the corner. I may have left rather quickly, with my legs pumping a bit faster than a walk. It wasn’t like I was running away from anything, or anyone.
“Slow down, would you?”
I took a deep breath and slowed my pace. It wasn’t like he couldn’t catch me. It was just that I wasn’t sure I wanted to get caught. By him.
Breaking up with Zane was still a raw and ragged scar in my chest. And Tres had made it crystal clear the last time I’d seen him that he wanted to pick up where we’d left off a millennium ago. I still remembered the lingering kiss he’d whispered upon my lips the last time
