Chapter 120 Predator And Prey

• It seemed like all I do in my life was run —run from danger, from the past, from Luca. Whatever it was, I was always on the run and right now was no different.
• My chaser was hot on my tail, gaining on me. My lungs burned, my stomach churned, my feet pounded against the ground as I pushed them forward like my life depended on it— it did.
• Whoever was chasing me wasn't doing it for funsies nor were they going to high-five when they caught up with me. They meant business, wicked business and I wasn't going to find out what.