Even after jumping into the first taxi she saw, Mila kept looking behind her, afraid that Zyran might think of following her. She kept reminding herself that it was dark and he hadn't seen her, but Zyran was too smart and noticed every single thing.
Mila rubbed her palm after the taxi had gone far away from the city square. At the moment, Mila felt like her journey had been futile. First, the shaman had died, her only hold on Clara vanished.
And the thought hit Mila; she had totally underestimated what the Montclairs could do once again. What Mila didn't understand was why Zyran had been there at that moment; it wasn't a coincidence. Mila stopped believing in those two years ago.
