Chapter 039
Emilia's POV
Now, the night air pricked my skin like knives. My heart pounded harder with each step I took in Niklas' direction, but it was something heavier, something desperate, rather than fear, that kept me going. It was twisting inside of me. I was tired of constantly looking over my shoulder. I'm tired of the pursuit.
I cherished him.
I had a painful love for him.
Broken shadows enveloped Niklas as the ancient streetlight above him flickered and buzzed. He remained motionless for a moment. He just looked at me as if I were real, as if he thought I would vanish if he blinked.
Finally, he said, "You came," in a rough, nearly whispery voice.
Despite the knot in my throat, I swallowed. Despite my body screaming for me to turn around, I declared, "I'm not running anymor
