Chapter 8 Time's Up, Little Bird

• Roman
• I can’t stop the smirk from forming on my face as I walk away from Aella, knowing I’ve already wormed my way into her thoughts. That look on her face when she saw me again told me everything I needed to know; just one smile from me and I had her.
• Ah, she’s still as feisty and cunning as the day she disappeared, and that’s what makes this whole charade thrilling. I relish in it—the chase, the hunt, the eventual capture.