Stella
"Why is it always you?"
The question hung in the air, aimed straight at me.
His expression shifted. First shock, then something sharper. Familiarity.
I felt a crease form between my brows.
Always?Did he actually remember me?
He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking nervously across the crowd.
" This morning and last night..."
The last part came out barely above a breath, but it hit me like a punch to the gut.
My heart skipped a beat. My spine went cold.
He didn't just remember seeing me earlier.
He remembered the alley.The bite. Everything.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
This was way outside the rules. A glitch I hadn't prepared for.
It couldn't be real.
I stepped forward without thinking.
I grabbed his wrist, fingers digging i
