The next moment, she turned toward the side of the street, leaping lightly onto the nearest building before jumping to another. She moved higher and higher until she finally reached a rooftop, where she settled down, wanting nothing more than to sit there for a while.
She knew she could run.
But there was no point.
The connection between her and Zyren meant he would find her no matter where she went. Just as she could vaguely sense his location even now, she could feel him—his presence, his life, his steady heartbeat—as if he were standing right beside her.
Is this not a cruel fate? To be tied to a monster? she asked herself.
She knew there were emotions Zyren simply could not feel, no matter what he said. And sometimes she wondered whether what he felt for her was truly love… or something closer to obsession.
A quiet chuckle escaped her as she lay back against the roof, staring up at the night sky.
"What's the difference?" she whispered into the darkness.
