Then he paused. His tone darkened.
"You try to double-cross me again, I will find you. You try to run, I will still find you. And when I do, I'll break your legs myself. Slowly. One after the other. And I'll make sure you never stand again. You understand me?"
James, barely able to breathe from fear and exhaustion, nodded weakly.
***
At that moment, Cora stood in front of Oliver's house. The cool breeze brushed against her cheeks, but her heart was beating fast, not because of the weather, but because of the weight of what she was about to do.
She slowly lifted her hand and knocked the first time, tap!!...tap!!.
She waited, no answer.
She knocked a second time, tap tap.
This time, the door creaked open.
Oliver stood at the entrance, blinking in surprise. His face was pale with worry, his brows drawn together. "Cora?" he asked, stunned. "What… what are you doing here?"
