Chapter 43

• Ava watched him get over the fence and come toward her. “Was that the same idiot at the river? It felt familiar.” She shook her head. “I know that probably sounds stupid.”
• “No. It is not. It is a magical signature, and everyone has their own.” He frowned. “Like a fingerprint.” He nodded, his expression asking if he was right with the comparison.
• “So it was the same.” She leaned a hand on the seat of her machine. “Are they following me?”