Chapter 105: Felecia

FELECIA CLUNG TO EVAN'S hand. There wasn't another word for it. She was holding onto him so tight he had to be losing feeling in his fingers, yet he kept holding on.

Her heart beat against her ribs.

She hadn't told Evan, but she was scared to talk to her father.

All she'd ever wanted was her freedom. If he'd just let her go, it wouldn't have come to this.

She glanced up at Evan.

But without being her father's prisoner she wouldn't have met Evan. She'd have lived her quiet life and their paths would have never crossed.

Evan's pace slowed and he glanced at her again.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

"Yeah."

"Okay." Evan gave Felecia's hand one last squeeze then they let go.

She could still feel that connection, like a string binding her to him. Did he feel the same thing? Did she want him to?

They turned right.