Amara's POV :
I ran.
Not the kind of running you do at the gym or to catch a bus, the kind where your lungs burn and your legs scream and every part of you is just saying move faster, get away, survive.
The black sedan was behind me, engine growling low like it was enjoying the chase.
I turned down another street, darker, fewer people, stupidly thinking I could lose them in the maze of blocks between the hotel and my apartment. My heels were killing me but I didn't stop to take them off, I didn't stop for anything.
The car turned too.
My heart slammed against my ribs and I could taste copper from breathing too hard. There was a parking garage up ahead, half-lit and probably empty this time of night but at least it had stairs, places to hide, somewhere a car couldn't follow.
I cut across the street without looking and a taxi honked, swerved, the driver yelling something I didn't hear. The sedan didn't slow down, just followed me straight into the garage entrance.
