I stood unmoving in my spot like a statue, watching her disappear into the crowd again, her silver hair catching the light as it vanished behind the corner of a tall building.
I wanted to go after her, but my feet wouldn't move. My mind was still trying to catch up with what had just happened. She had held me. She had looked right into my eyes… and walked away like she didn't know me at all.
Guards suddenly came rushing past from behind, their footsteps heavy on the stone path. One of them pointed in the direction she ran.
"There she is, don't let her get away again!"
I started to follow, afraid that the guards would hurt her, but Alaric caught my arm. "Damon, stop."
I shot him a glare. "Let go. Now."
But Alaric didn't back off. Instead, he calmly stepped into the path of one of the guards and asked, "Is everything alright? Why are you chasing her like that? She looked terrified. What did she do? Is she a thief?"
