72 Nikki

I don’t know how long I walk for. My feet continue to march but as the yards take me further and further away from home, I feel no better than I did when I was fighting.

Fighting.

I let Cassandra work me up, and in doing so, gave her full power over me. I hate this, hate this side of me, hate that I have to remain in the penthouse with the man I care too much for, and the disgusting woman he has no problem marrying. I no longer know what to do, and Rand, given all the information I have given him, has no news for me still.

I stop when I reach a small cafe, one I have noticed before from their delicious aroma of baked goods. Before I can venture inside, I stop when someone’s arm pulls me back. Looking up, I spot Rand and snarl, pulling my arm free and crossing them at my chest.

“Nikki, I know you’re upset.”